ENGINEERING PUZZLES! PEEL & PLAY! GLOBAL IMPACT LOCAL SERVICE! BABY, THAT'S WHAT LOVE IS ALL ABOUT! EU OR THE EUROPEAN UNION IS LOOKING INTO SHELL COMPANIES, IN PANAMA CITY, A TAX HAVEN FOR COMPANIES WHO DO OFF SHORE BANKING, OR HAVE ACCOUNTS, TO AVOID PAYING TAXES IN THE COUNTRIES, THEY ARE LOCATED IN, FOLLOWING ICELAND AND AMERICA'S EFFORTS TO REIGN IN ROGUE COMPANIES, CONCEALING THEIR IDENTITIES, EITHER FOR TAX PURPOSES, CORRUPTION, OR ORGANIZED CRIME SYNDICATE ACTIVITIES . . . WHY DO YOU THINK, PRESIDENTIAL CANDIDATES TRUMP AND FORMERLY, MITT ROMNEY, REFUSED TO SHOW THEIR TAX RETURNS? IT IS NOT BECAUSE THEY HAVE A STELLAR RECORD OF PAYING A FAIR TAX FOR THE AMOUNT OF MONEY THEY MADE! PRESIDENT PUTIN, IS CALLING THE LEAKED PANAMA PAPERS, LISTING PERSONS AND COMPANIES, AN U.S. PLOY TO MAKE RUSSIA OR HIM LOOK BAD . . . NO MR. PUTIN, ONLY YOU CAN MAKE YOURSELF LOOK BAD, IF YOU HAVE AN OFF SHORE ACCOUNT, AND THE PEOPLE OF RUSSIA, HOLD YOU RESPONSIBLE FOR TAX FRAUD, LIKE ICELANDERS DID, IN PROTEST IN ICELAND! LOL! ANY TAX PAYING CITIZEN OUGHT TO BE FURIOUS ABOUT THESE ACCOUNTS! THE RICH, THE FAMOUS, THE POWERFUL, THE CORRUPT, ARE NOT BREAKING LAWS BY HAVING OR PURCHASING A SHELL COMPANY, TO PUT THEIR BUSINESS OR PERSONAL ACCOUNT INTO--SHELLS ARE NOT ILLEGAL AS A FINANCIAL INSTRUMENT; HOWEVER, IF THE INSTRUMENT, IS USED TO CONCEAL IDENTITIES, TO HIDE ASSETS, USED AS A TAX HAVEN, OR TO BURY ILL GOTTEN GAINS, FROM PATTERNS OF CRIMINAL ACTIVITIES, THEN THAT IS A PROBLEM AND A CONCERN OF HARD WORKING TAX PAYERS! FEDERAL TAX DOLLARS, AT LEAST IN AMERICA, PAVE THE ROADS THE RICH, POWERFUL, CORRUPT, CRIMINALS, DRIVE THEIR STRETCH LIMO'S ON, IT PAYS FOR THE AIRPORTS THEY FLY THEIR PRIVATE JETS OUT OF, AND IT SUBSIDIZES THE RAILROADS, THAT COMPANIES SHIP THEIR PRODUCTS ON, AS WELL AS FUNDING THE U.S. POST OFFICE, WHO HANDLES SHIPPING AT A MINIMAL RATE, BULK RATES, AND NOW WITH ONE PRICE, EVEN MAKES THINGS MORE ECONOMICAL FOR BUSINESSES, AND MAKING FEDERALLY FUNDED MAILING COMPETITIVE WITH PRIVATE COMPANIES! THEREFORE, FOR THE KOCH BROTHERS, WHO MAKE $13 MILLION A DAY, SLIGHTLY DOUBLE WHAT I SHOULD BE MAKING, BUT MY MONEY "NEVER" REACHES MY HANDS, BEING DUMPED IN OFF SHORE ACCOUNTS, OF CLONE SISTERS, WITH CLONE ACCESS TO MY JOBOX, CLONE PHONES, CLONE MONEY CARD ACCOUNTS, SO THEY CAN SLEAZE, STEAL, LIE, CHEAT, AND MOST IMPORTANT, DEFRAUD THE GOVERNMENT, BUT THE KOCH BROTHERS PAY A BIG FAT "0" IN TAXES, THEY HAVE, FROM WHAT MY RESEARCH SHOWS, 750 ACCOUNTANTS, ON BOARD AND PAYROLL, MAKING SURE, THEY DON'T PAY, NOT ONLY THEIR FAIR SHARE OF TAXES, BUT DON'T PAY ANY TAXES AT ALL. FUCK MITT ROMNEY WAS ALLEGEDLY PAYING THE SAME AS SOME HIGH SCHOOL GIRL WORKING AT MCDONALD'S, WHERE IS AM AT RIGHT NOW WRITING THIS BLOG, 8:01 A.M., ON WEST BROADWAY, IN MISSOULA, MONTANA! NOW, IF YOU THINK THIS A JUSTICE, FAIRNESS, EQUITABLE, AND EVEN LEGAL, YOU HAVE ANOTHER THOUGHT COMING! IF AMERICA TAPPED ALL THE OFF SHORE ACCOUNTS FOR THE MONEY OWED ON TAXES, THEY COULD CUT A BIG CHUNK OUT OF THE FEDERAL DEFICIT! MAYBE THE GOVERNMENT CAN BUY AMERICA BACK FROM CHINA! FOR GOD SAKE! I JUST SAY, THIS DOMINIC DUNNE, EPISODE OF "POWER, PRESTIGE & JUSTICE: OIL MONEY AND MYSTERY! YEAH, IT IS A FUCKING MYSTERY, HOW A MAN, CULLEN DAVIS OF THE WEALTHIEST OIL FAMILY IN TEXAS, WHO MURDERED TWO PEOPLE IN COLD BLOOD, ONE A 12 YEAR OLD STEP DAUGHTER, AND HE GUNNED DOWN SEVERAL OTHER PEOPLE WHO SURVIVED, BUT CLEARLY IDENTIFIED DAVIS AS THE SHOOTER, WEARING A WOMAN'S WIG, AND RUNNING THROUGH HIS $6 MILLION MANSION, KILLING PEOPLE! HE WAS TREATED LIKE ROYALTY DURING HIS COURT TRIAL, BEING SERVED STEAK ON GOLD PLATES, IN THE JURY DELIBERATION ROOM, HAVING THE SHERIFFS SHOW UP IN SUPPORT OF HIM, FEMALE FANS, GIVING HIM CHECKS, NAMES AND PHONE NUMBERS--BUT THIS IS SAYING MUCH, WOMEN WANTED TO MARRY NOTORIOUS KILLERS, JOHN WAYNE GACY AND CHARLES MANSON TOO! THE JURY FOUND DAVIS "NOT GUILTY!" CULLEN DAVIS WAS CAUGHT IN A BITTER DIVORCE WITH HIS WIFE, AND HE PUT OUT A HIT ON THE HARD LINE, HARD NOSED JUDGE ON THE CASE, AS WELL AS OTHER PEOPLE WHO HAD EITHER TESTIFIED AGAINST HIM, OR WERE ENEMIES. THE ALLEGED KILLER CONTACTED THE FBI, AND THEY STAGED A HIT ON THE JUDGE, PUT HIM IN THE TRUNK OF THE CONTRACT KILLER'S CAR, REALLY AN FBI AGENT, I THINK, PUT KETCHUP ON HIS BACK, MAKING IT LOOK LIKE BLOOD, AND WHEN DAVIS SAW THIS, HE PAID THE GUY AND WAS ARRESTED! GUESS WHAT, HE GOT OFF AGAIN! THE SHERIFF EVEN SHOWED UP IN HIS ORANGE JAIL JUMPSUIT AND HANDED DAVIS THE KEYS TO THE COUNTY JAIL! DAVIS WAS ALLEGED TO HAVE A HIT LIST OF 26 PEOPLE HE WANTED MURDERED! NICE, THAT IS THE SAME NUMBER OF PEOPLE, WHO HAVE BEEN MURDERED IN CONNECTION WITH MY CASES, AND THE COPS HAVE DONE FUCKING NOTHING, BECAUSE, THE FUCKERS WHO KILLED THEM, HAVE MY MONEY, USED MY NAME, USED MY SON'S MONEY FROM HIS BAND, TAKE THE MONEY FROM THIS BLOG EVERY FUCKING DAY, AND THE COPS SEE THEM A HEROES! NOTHING BUT FUCKING LOW LEVEL CRIMINALS, WHO USED MONEY TO BUY A SHIT LOAD OF FAME, CREDIBILITY, AND EVEN CELEBRITY STATUS, AND NONE OF IT FROM THEIR WORK, BUT THEY ARE ALL PSYCHOPATHS AND SOCIOPATHS, USING CHARM AND SEMI-GOOD LOOKS TO DO EXACTLY WHAT CULLEN DAVIS DID IN TEXAS . . . I HAD FUCKING FOUR EITHER HITS, OR STING OPS ON ME YESTERDAY . . . THESE FUCKS, WHO HAVE CLAIMED, MY GREAT KIDS, FOR MONEY, PRESTIGE AND FAME, ARE SO WORRIED THAT, IF I MEET UP WITH THREE OF MY KIDS, TWO BEING MY SONS, WHO HAVE MADE MEGA MILLIONS, NEVER REACHING THEIR HANDS . . . I GUESS WE, THE REAL ATTORNEY, REAL BLOGGER, AND REAL MUSICIANS, ARE THE LIARS SERVANTS, AND THE COPS CASH COWS, MONEY MACHINES! BUT, THEY ARE CERTAINLY AMPING UP THEIR ATTACKS, FOUR IN ONE DAY, NOT UNCOMMON, WHEN I GET CLOSE TO EXPOSING THESE FUCKERS FOR THE SCUM SUCKERS, BOTTOM FEEDERS THAT THEY ARE! REMEMBER, THE NEW KIND OF MONSTER . . . LIKE THE KILLER AIR FORCE GENERAL, IN CANADA, CROSS DRESSING IN FEMALE UNDERWEAR, BREAKING AND ENTERING WOMEN'S HOUSES, AND RANSACKING DRAWERS, LOOKING FOR UNDERWEAR, HE COULD VIDEO TAPE HIMSELF IN, GOING TO RAPE, AND THEN MURDER . . . TOP GUN, WITH HONORS AND ACCOLADES GRACING THE WALLS OF THE HOMES HE SHARED WITH HIS WIFE! I HAVE NO PROBLEM WITH BEING RICH, FAMOUS, OR HAVING PRESTIGE, WHAT I DO HAVE A PROBLEM WITH, IS PEOPLE WHO DIDN'T EARN IT, STEALING IT, AND HAVING LAW ENFORCEMENT OF ALL FLAVORS AND LEVELS, CELEBRATE THE THEFTS, DECEIT, AND DECEPTIONS, GIVING THESE FUCKERS THE KEYS TO THE CITY, THE COUNTY, THE STATE, THE NATION AND THE WORLD, BASED ON SOMEONE ELSE'S ACHIEVEMENTS! GET REAL, GET JUSTICE, GET THEIR TAXES, GO AFTER THEIR OFF SHORE COMPANIES THAT SHIELD THE TAX EVADERS, AND BRING THEM TO JUSTICE, FUCKING STOP GOING AFTER ME, FOR GOD SAKE . . . HIT, THREE STING OPS? NICE, YOU USEFUL IDIOTS! NOW THAT I HAVE PAINTED THE CONTEXT, GIVEN YOU THE FOUNDATION FOR THE FRAUDSTERS, REMEMBER, THAT THE FBI COULD NOT GET AL CAPONE ON THE 30 OR SO MURDERS HE DID, BUT THEY EVENTUALLY GOT HIM AND HIS GANGSTERS ON "TAX FRAUD!" THINK ASSHOLES! BUT, I WANTED TO WRITE ABOUT THE TYPES OF SHIT I PUT UP WITH ON A CONTINUAL, DAILY BASIS AND HOW EASY IT IS FOR THESE FUCKERS TO RELENTLESSLY GO AFTER ME, EITHER BY USE OF HIT MEN OR WOMEN, COPS, OR WHOMEVER, NEEDS MONEY? AND THAT INCLUDES EVERY FUCKING PERSON, BECAUSE THE ONES WITH MONEY WANT MORE, TO A SICKNESS LEVEL, AND THE ONES WHO DON'T HAVE IT WANT SOME . . . AND I EXPERIENCED, WHAT I BELIEVE WAS A VERY FRUSTRATED HIT MAN, ON BROADWAY BLVD., IN MISSOULA, MONTANA, WHO WOULD THINK? IT IS EVERYWHERE . . . AMERICAN GREED! THE OSPREY INCIDENT, THE ST. PATRICK'S SECURITY GUARDS, AKA, COPS, DAVE DOING SURVEILLANCE FOR THE COPS, WATCHING WHEN I LEFT THE BREAK CAFE, AFTER ESCAPING THE HOSPITAL ROUTINE, BEING CHEERED BY THE REAL SECURITY GUYS, WHOM I AM SURE HAVE TO WORK WITH THE COP THUGS! WITH SHERIFF, FOLLOWED BY COP, CROSSING MY PATH, THEN THE BLACK DUDE, WALKING PAST ME, THEN COMING UP BEHIND ME, THEN, COMING FULL BLOWN ONTO ME, PISSED AND SWEARING, WITH ME, ONCE AGAIN DIVERTING HIS ADVANCES AND POSSIBLE HIT! SO EASY, A KNIFE TO THE GUT, ON A LAZY SUNDAY MORNING, WITH FEW PEOPLE ON THE STREETS? SO EASY . . . BLACK COP, HITS TO ROAD, WHO WILL EVEN DISCOVER . . . SURE AS HELL NOT THE COPS, WHO ARE IN ON THIS BULL SHIT GAME! MONEY MAKER! WITH FRAUD BROAD BITCHES, PRACTICING TO TAKE OVER MY BLOG, FOR FUCKING TWO AND A HALF YEARS, FUCK, THEY ARE NOT A DUMB AS THEY LOOK, EVENTUALLY, THEY WILL PICK UP A FEW TIPS! LOL! THERE IS A HUGE ASS GAP, BETWEEN A HIGH SCHOOL EDUCATION, A COLLEGE EDUCATION, AND A LAW DEGREE, THEN THERE IS JUST AS LARGE A GAP, BETWEEN YOUR AVERAGE ATTORNEY, AND THE .000001% WHO ACTUALLY TAKE A CASE TO THE U.S. SUPREME COURT! SNOB, FUCK YEAH, AND I EARNED IT! THE ATTORNEY WHO REPRESENTED CULLEN DAVIS WAS CALLED RICHARD "THE RATTLESNAKE" SOMETHING . . . BUT PEOPLE CALLED HIM ARROGANT, BUT "ARROGANT IN EXCELLENCE!" I AM A PACKAGE DEAL! ARROGANCE IN EXCELLENCE! SO FUCK THE FRAUDS!

The Crime, Is Not, In Getting Caught . . . It Is In Committing the Act!  You Think, Back-Ass-Ward!

Now, if these acts of aggression, or appearance of possible aggression and possible contract killing, were taken in isolation, someone might, say, as they have, when not seeing the big picture, and potential for the killers, that think, killing me is well worth it, and I am sure they have promised to do the maximum good for the greatest amount of people, the "wa" issue arguments, we will feed the poor, clothe the naked, do humanitarian acts all over the world, benefit, EVERYBODY, as if there is one ounce of proof, that, I would not do, the same thing, with MY MONEY, minus the white stretch limos, the black Hummer limos, the mansions and ranches, the extravagant and elegant events, and the gross display of wealth, power, prestige, without justice, in fact, there is not one thing, in my soul, that is greedy, materialistic, money grubbing, not altruistic, sharing, and giving, to a fault!  Fuck, I am pretty damned happy, living at the Poverello Center, sleeping in a punk bed, and writing my blog!  I would, however, want my pimped out, jacked up, Ford Custom Van, and sufficient money to get lost anywhere in America, arranging for several times a year to meet up with my kids and grand kids, turning the money over to my kids, because they were not raised as spoiled brats, and they are smart enough, to know what needs to be done and to what extent!

Think, The Cullen Davis Syndrome, Literally Letting These Guys Get Away With MURDER!  MINE!

It has taken me almost 1,000 blogs, to get people to the point of seeing my situation, for what it really is, a huge ass power, money, fame, wealth, arrogance in excellence grab, and transfer, not only of wealth, but of everything, that makes up the brand name, of JoAnn S. Secrist, J.D., kind of like paying Trump, to put his name on towers and such, that kind of brand name . . . built up over the last, 23 years, if not taking a life time, of guarding and protecting my name, being true to my oaths, and allegiance, and fighting like hell for the Constitution, WE THE PEOPLE, and my family, even though they may not have seen it over the years . . . I just did a typo, TY, guess not a typo, but, Ty Southwick, a sweet dorky little nerd, is Shelley's youngest son, not Elliot Taylor Secrist, my son, bass, guitarist and vocalist, for the usual bands, the seed money base, starting way back in late 1998 and claim to fame, Shelley stole along with Brett and Kay, my father, Dickey Southwick, marketing the music on the black market, to stick it to America, and yeah, I am the pissed off, BITTER ROOT, of a family, so materialistic, murderous, greedy, image conscience, and down right corrupt, that they would, do what the animal world, rarely does, feed on their young, kill their own children and grandchildren, for ILL GOTTEN GAIN, because of all the accoutrements, that come with a display of the type of lifestyle my family, profession and name has provided for this avarice and greedy family, circle of friends, and useful idiots, of losers, who had, one super star kid to feed off of, with super star children of her own, getting thrown in the mix, the child, who happened to be the least materialistic of the whole moltey crew of the 150 Southwick stock, originating from Richard and Hellen Southwick . . . and if you think, like the typo I just wrote, that, I am the booby prize, Rachel, who may have had plastic surgery to look, the exact image of me, but 3 to 4 inches taller, forget it, she is probably the most, materialistic of the Southwick girls, born and raised during the Material Girl era, of the 1980's, with me 7 years older, and very much a product of the late 60's and early 70's, hippie feminist chick, fighter, warrior for causes . . . NOT MONEY!

I better check in, so the good cyber spies, can verify, who, where, doing what, and why, for proof, proof, proof, since, Rachel, couldn't even write a fucking resume or email, let Kay, her husband, maybe the cop Kennedy right now, not to be confused with Kay Burningham, aka, one of the JoAnn, fits all gals, last I saw her about three years ago, when she lived in Cove, Utah, now, allegedly, or last I spoke to my mother, in Mendon, Utah, very symbolic name, too . . . MEN DONE!  That surgical art, did wonders for Rachel, $50,000 can buy a whole lot of male attention, right to the girls, or your boobs, so you don't have to worry about what your face looks like, they will NEVER notice!  LOL!  But, it is now, 9:03 A.M., Mountain Standard time, not Pacific for Kay Baby, nor am I in Utah, or anywhere else in Montana, but, sitting in front of two surveillance cameras, in McDonald's, still on west Broadway, Missoula, Montana!  I will flip you all off, now that it is 9:11 A.M., so you don't get me confused, with the counter-help, the other day at the Break Cafe' someone thought I worked there, and asked me about the parking situation . . . I don't mind, most of the chicks who work there are young, so the younger I look the better!  LOL!  

Oh, my God Intel, that smacked me in the face, the second, I walked out the door of the Pov. this morning, about 7:20 A.M., one at least two surveillance cameras, and with two cops, driving by, giving me the evil eye, just as I left to walk to McD's, could, if they would, verify, but, fuck, I am on surveillance probably half the fucking day, there is NO FUCKING EXCUSE TO NOT KNOW WHO I AM!  Anyway, a grey, Mo Mom SUV, either a Suburban, Yukon, just typed YOU, no, Tiffany, now, 14 years my junior, is the next sister who needs her stupid head cut off . . . what did she have, Greta, my oldest daughter at AGE 4?  LOL!  Get real, losers, most of this shit, is so, obvious, it smacks of shear stupidity, if you can't, or won't figure out who the fuck I am, shit, teenagers can recognize me from my small picture on my blog! bikers, can recognize me, so FBI? CIA? COP? NSA? DEA? CAN'T--bilking the federal taxes of $80 billion+ for what?  If they can't even identify me? are you serious? . . . NO WON'T, I AM THEIR CASH COW, OR MY SONS! Dirty ass motherfuckers!

Early Saturday Morning, California Bridge, Surrounded By Intrusive Guys, Other Side of Bridge, Entirely Open!

I have to go back to a day or two earlier, when Mary, was released from jail, for 64 days, in jail, because of DUI's, now, back at the Pov., and the second she sees me, she runs up and has to give me a hug?  I know, that when you leave the Pov, and come back, the whole population has changed, but for a few people, so, it is comforting to see a familiar face, whom you had some connection with prior to leaving, but, a hug? Anyway, Mary, was up getting a shower, getting ready to hook up with Tony, whom was with a different, Indian chick, last I was at the Poverello Center a month or so ago?  Mary is a perfect, type for the cops, Shelley, or Kay, Brett, family mafia, crew, to use, because, she is smart, a nurse, but she has alcohol issues, maybe?  Cover?  But she was getting all dolled up and clean for Tony.  Last I knew she was hooking up with Nicko, but he is younger, so?  Pov. love, only lasts a few weeks, as I can tell!  LOL!  Not worth bothering who is with whom, because, the next time I roll into town, it will be different!  So, Mary is telling me that, she is never going back on the sauce, she is done, and she is glad to have her ankle bracelet, she had last time, gone, done with checking in a blowing AU's twice a day, and now, she just has to do a year probation.  I warned her that Tony had issues with alcohol, so she may want to warn him, that to keep your probation and parole, you both need to help each other with the drinking.  Mary slept one night at the Poverello and disappeared.  So, that is the background.

Yoga On the Bridge, Tony Sneaking Up, Caught in My Periphery Vision, Joined by Another Dude, Symbolic Bird Action?

It's early, and there is nobody on the California Bridge but me, and an occasional skateboarder or biker, crossing the bridge, and I am sitting, looking a statement, that, I wrote about, last year, making me think of James Kennedy, something about, someone making your heart beat so hard, even when you didn't want it to beat at all . . . reminding me, of sitting with him, especially one time, I thought, he was either jacking off, or dying, he was breathing so hard!  LOL!  But, this is the spot that, statement can still be seen, and this is where I think, I saw, Kennedy last fall, while I was sitting on the other side of the outcroppings on the bridge with benches, he was lying on the one with the quote, and I was sitting on the other side, not sure if it was him, but too nervous to go find out, as he leaned up, from a laying position to look at me, but, running into a Kennedy, looking guy, that same day in the swimming pool, or a few days later . . . but, I was sitting there just smiling, because, someone had written in very large, black, spray paint, I LOVE YOU!  I can fantasize that Kennedy, wrote that, can't I?  Smile?  Memories . . . he is most likely with my sis, Rachel, boobs win, over brains with cop types!  LOL!  

But, it was a warm, sunny morning, at the bridge and I was alone with my thoughts.  I am very spatially oriented, and of late, because of all this shit, very much, into watching my back, and protecting my personal space, knowing that, one shot, with water or air to my arteries, is a death nail to me, so particularly caution and alert, when alone like this . . . as I was, when, this dude, starts creeping up on me, from behind, out of nowhere!  I am thinking, how rude, seeing that there is nobody over on the other side of the bridge on the bench . . . what the fuck, but for some reason, I was thinking, if I ignore him, maybe he will go away and leave me with my thoughts, he so rudely interrupted!  I think my biggest complaint and issue with the Patriot Act, and cops, is this violation of space, of personal privacy, of them seeing no lines of demarcation between what is mine, having fucking 5 vehicles, two houses, law practice, money, and a cabin, taken, or having the cops, literally come in my residents without warrants, or coming while I was gone, taking every personal item, down to family pictures, for what? by what authority? with what crime? totally in violation of my rights, my personal property, real property rights, and intellectual property, taking my computer, all my files, EVERYTHING! without any legal, justification for their actions, the raid, the taking, without COMPENSATION!  I FUCKING HATE THE SHIT OUT OF THIS BULL SHIT, UNCONSTITUTIONAL AS SIN, HELL, FUCKING SHIT!  And I feel somewhat, like this, when people come invade, a very private moment, that I am enjoying, and they sneak up on me, or even come talk to me, and totally invade my PEACE AND SANITY!

OH, TONY, IT THAT YOU?  HE ACTED STUNNED, FINALLY SAID, YEAH

I felt like saying, what the fuck are you doing, you JACKASS!  But, I resisted, being somewhat curious about Mary.  I said, did Mary ever find you . . . yeah, she came to my tramp camp, bringing Jose' Quervo, we downed the first bottle, then the second, and by the third, we got in a huge ass fight, and I don't know where she is?  He mentioned that her parents were going to float them a loan to start a business . . . I am like, who is floating you the loan?  Shelley and Frank?  Brett and Kay?  Rachel and Kennedy, as ME?  But, right as we were talking, he pointed out, some crow sex action, a female, being, gang banged by two male crows, which both Tony and I thought strange, right there, off the bridge in front of our faces.  Shelley's email name, used to be Ravenwrathborn or burn . . . or something with the word, Raven or the Crow, same to me . . . right as we were talking, this new dude, comes up, green flannel shirt, light colored hat, a big ass beard, and he joined in me and Tony's conversation, but, he was some type of self-proclaimed preacher to the homeless, but, taking unlicensed license with scripture, saying that, Jesus didn't want sinners to repent, because, then there would be too many sinners in Heaven.  I said, that is the whole point, of Jesus' sacrifice, to save the sinners, he wants everyone to repent . . . don't you remember the parable of the 11th hour, that there are those who labor in God's fields for 12 hours, and those who show up on the 11th hour, get paid the same, as those who have labored all day, we are all joint heirs with Christ, no matter when we repent and call upon his name, invoking his grace on us.  The guy had to leave, and Tony, slowly escaped after my religious sermon to the two, but, was this like the two male crows or ravens, going to fuck me over?  I even think there were several other guys, who ended up on the bridge, all very quiet, all very, spactially intrusive on my side of the bridge!

The whole scenario, just creeped me out, I know Tony, but it seemed, that with my hat on, he was not sure if it was me, or he was, sneaking up on me from behind, and I pretended not to notice, hoping, not recognizing him, that this invasive species would just get a hint and leave, which to my dismay he didn't, until, I noticed, under the white sunglasses and camo CAT hat and jacket, that it was, indeed, Tony, whom I have know, for at least 6 months or more!  The way he approached me was very suspicious, and this other dude joining him was creepy too, because, he came up in a very, strange and silent way too? as did the others, whom I was not paying much attention to.  It is kind of like I get these premonitions, that all is not well, but, am I just being paranoid, I know this guy, we have been, sort of friends, but that never stopped my family, my friends, nor my clients, so?  I don't know why some dude, whom, I had previously suspected of being undercover, shouldn't cause me alarm--probably, because of Mary, whom Tony told me to tell hello, if I saw her, and that he loved her?  And almost as slow as the two men came, they left, walking slowly across the bridge, depressed? mission not accomplished? out the promised hit money, weird for sure!  But it gets increasingly more weird.

YOUNG MAN, DRESSED LIKE A HOBO, GATHERING ALUMINUM CANS

As soon as Tony and the tramp camp preacher leave, with the preacher, looking more, undercover fed, under all the hair, pretty nice looking, leave, along the bridge, comes this guy on a bike, pulling a trailer with large black garbage bags, covering his load, and he pulls up right, passed the outcropping on the bridge, right where I am sitting, and I am, YOU HAVE TO BE KIDDING ME, this dude, much younger than I would think, easy undercover, again with me hoping to continue, enjoying the river, the mountains and the rising Saturday sun, sparkling on the river, this guy, comes, not only right, near me, but he is crawling, around behind me, with me leaning, up to the front of the bench, looking at, him to keep an eye on him, as he gathered the evidence of last night's homeless party on the bridge, with beer bottles, I didn't not notice any cans of note, but, I was almost glad someone was cleaning up after these fucking slobs, who messed the place where I was doing my exercises.  I was thinking, I should have fucking moved to the other side, but I am sure, all but the homeless can collector, like RIGHT! everything would have happened, exactly the same, but I would not have seen the crows do their spring thing, in the dirt!  LOL!  I can't remember what Tony called it, but, it didn't seem to fit, what was going on, and I said, they are gang banger her . . . his term, didn't seem to have anything to do with sex, maybe more to do what these guys were thinking, because I was unfamiliar with the term, just figured it was a local colloqueal or saying?  

NSA turned off spell check, FUCKERS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!  I have a great vocabulary, but my spelling SUCKS!  This is where Shelley and crew, have pride in performance, they turn off the spell check and pretend they wrote the whole damned thing, so you think, Shelley is ME, the writer of the blog, but she is using my name, has for 16 fucking years!  Remember, I am support to be dead, and like Trump, putting his brand name on other people's buildings, to give them value, connected with a billionaire, that is the SAME WITH MY NAME BRAND NAME, POWER, PRESTIGE, JUSTICE . . . but, forget that last thing, JUSTICE, when in their hands, not even performance, they use some scanner, computer program they run my writing through, that changes as little as one or two word order, because my technical grammar, is pretty damned good, especially for someone who shoots from the hip in her writing, not notes or plans!  Anyway, I kept my eye on this, alleged, hobo, collecting, or rifling through the garbage sacks, allegedly looking for cans to recycle.  By this time, I was getting real suspicious that something was up, as it usually is, but even more so, because, I mentioned I was going to Hogle Zoo in Salt Lake City, Utah, April 24, 2016, to celebrate Elliot's birthday, as well as Tristan's, a grandson . . . danger, danger, danger, expose the lies, the liars, the bulls shit of who's kid is really the ROCK STAR and the POP AND RAP STAR, along with SUPER STAR WILD LIFE AND HOT SHOT FIREFIGHTER, DAUGHTER!  Blowing their fucking lies since way back in 1998 or even earlier, when I was an undergraduate student, scoped out by CIA!

SUSPECT MAN #3, GUY ALLEGEDLY WATCHING THE DUCKS, RETURNS WITH BREAD

Okay, while Tony and the preacher, are there, I notice, this dude, looking over the other side of the bridge at the ducks, so what started out, a half hour or so earlier, a peaceful morning of thoughts and smiles, turned into invasive species of men, fucking crawling all over me and my silent sanity, bugging the fucking shit out of me, and I had noticed this dude looking at the ducks, standing on the other side of the bridge earlier, but he left, and came back, later, when I crossed over to the clean side of the bridge outcropping, pissed and full of hatred for stupid shits, that invade my privacy, I fucking want to kill them, and then come to realize they just might have been there to kill me, not just invade my PRIVACY!  I don't know if Montana is so open, and spacious, that people feel a need to crawl all over you, always invading my personal space, and bugging the living shit out of me, just wanting to connect with someone, or do they have more alternative deeds and desires, given, the fact that, I have been on the hit list of about 10 entities, from family to government!  GOD!

So, I am finally, alone, wanting to just watch the ducks, and geese, playing around in the river, still early, and relatively quiet, and all the sudden, the fucker, who had been one of the dudes, earlier, comes back.  I am thinking, did this dude, go to the Poverello, and raid the bread shelves, and bring some back to feed the ducks and geese, but by this time, I was, wondering if this was another hit, or just what this dude's game was, does someone really like ducks and geese, enough, to go get food and bring it back, or is this a ploy to be the next dude, on the pack up hit parade, of the early aborted actions?  I decided to just relax, he was over a bit, and I enjoyed watching the ducks and geese feed.  So, I am just zoning out, no thoughts, just looking, and as if, out of the twightlight zone, I see this, thing hit the water, looking more like a torpedo, than the Osprey it was, slamming into the water, going at break neck speed, hitting the water, so hard, that it seemed to be stunned, when it hit swallow water and the sand bank!  The bird flopped around, seemed, to me, not meant for water, or going after fish, acting like it was drowning, but eventually, getting control of its large wing span and flying away, or so I thought.  Some chick on a bike, also saw the incident, and I turned as said, did you see that?  She said, yeah, I was about to go in the water and rescue the poor bird!

OSPREY IS PERCHED ABOVE YOU . . . THAT IS GOOD LUCK, ESPECIALLY IF YOU WERE GETTING MARRIED!

So, this what appeared to be a college student on a bike, enjoyed a light-hearted, conversation about the possibility of the Osprey pooping on my head, when she said, oh, no, that is a sign of good luck, especially if you are getting married.  I gracefully declined both, the poop and the marriage!  LOL!  The whole bird thing, from the crows, to the bread on the water, money is often referred to as BREAD, some symbolism there, and then the bizarre behavior of the Osprey, being a totally symbolic name, that I have thought of often, but, I have rarely seen one, and then this crazy dive bomb, almost broke the Osprey's neck, and what about the symbolism there? were the dudes, sneaking up on me, going to simply break my neck and leave me on the bridge for the CIA clean up crews? the guy with the black bags, the trailer behind the bike? and who was this chick, the guy throwing the bread?  The whole scenario was strange, symbolic, and bizarre, down right, strange, in and of itself!  Taken in the totality of the circumstances, like you do when you do a crime analysis, these all could have been involved in the plans, with plan A, being Tony and the preacher, plan B, the can collector, and plan C, being the bird feeder, who returned, after a bit of time, kind of putting me on notice, and this chick appearing out of nowhere too, plan D?  I have heard, that this is the way the FBI works, with plans and backup plans!  So this nice, early, trip to the bridge the first of the season, turned into a near horror show!  Needless to say, my morning meditation was brutally and rudely interrupted!

Sunday Assault Lasted All Fucking Day!

The whole sham of the ones who claim to be the mother, the attorney, the professor, the blogger, etc., is all going straight to fucking hell, if I make it to Salt Lake City, to the ZOO, having fun with my kids, all the clone mothers, the clone phones, the clone computers, the clone money cards, etc., and all that money, prestige, power, wealth, they claim as ME, is going right down the toilet and they are getting a fast trip to PRISON or should, if the cops, can lose the celebrity status of the LIARS, and I don't even think pretty little liars, I know these hags and bitches, as sisters and former friends, and they are NOTHING TO BRAG ABOUT, unless, that is, if they can pull off being me and if you are dumb enough to buy that shit, I have a bridge in Arizona desert I want to sell you . . .  that is literally how lame ass it is to believe these fucking bitches are ME!  GOD ALMIGHTY!  Shit, I watched an episode of DISAPPEAR, where two older sisters, had a younger sister, who worked for HONDA, disappear, after see was suppose to meet her, married lover, for a weekend in Canada, and the woman ends up missing, boyfriend took her money, her pride and then her life, all for his selfish purposes, and they had a truck, Ford F150 4X4 like Nicoles, and the girl, looked a bit like her . . . hint, hint, hint!  But the sisters, had a saying, KISS, KISS, I LOVE MY SIS! they used to always close their conversations with . . . and I thought of my lying, fucking, bitch ass sisters, and the rest of my family, and it made me sick, but I thought, that is more the way Greta, Chris and Elliot, would feel about Nicole, even thought they politically differ greatly, from this BARBIE CASTRO, little dictator, unlike my family, who are all Republicans and are doing much of this for political power, using my middle of the road, Constitutional positions, claiming both sides of the isle, with my writings!  My sisters, always have been, JEALOUSY, ENVY, WE HATE SIS!

THE HOSPITAL, LEAVING THE BREAK, THE BLACK DUDE, THE COPS SHOWING UP AT THE POVERELLO CENTER, EARLY EVENING!

I ALREADY WROTE ABOUT THE HIT SQUAD AT THE HOSPITAL YESTERDAY

Leaving the Break Cafe', Dave, Undercover Cop, Doing the Planters at the Oxford? or a Stakeout?  Sheriff, Cop, Black Psycho Dude Hit Man!

So, Sunday was beautiful too, sunny, and I was happy, that I had another great escape from St. Pat's, one of many over the last 4 years, increasing in frequency of late, and I was glad, I think, as far as I noticed, that there were no incidents or stings planned at the Break, or was I wrong?  The first really great escape I made, came, once, running from Montana to Beaver Dam, Arizona, staying with my cousin, Edward Southwick, out on his property, that is landlocked, with no escape routes, other than to run down the 40 foot, rock and sand embankment, leading to the Virgin River, behind Ed's house, in Beaver Dam, one of several that he owns, wanting to choose his neighbors, on this closed in cultisac--sorry no spell check.  But, I knew and have known, that Edward, long ago, threw down with the Southwicks, he is not secure enough to leave mommy and daddy Southwick and craves, their acceptance, and he is totally materialistic, all about money, money, money, so, being on the Southwick, Secrist gravy train of easy money, is right up his alley, while trying to play both sides, saying I am Shelley, or Rachel, or Sue, or Tiffany, or whomever the fuck will allow him to live the lifestyle he wants, with his parade of black chicks who think he is a sugar daddy, just not on his money!  But, I knew Edward set me up, and I escaped narrowly, back in the days, that I believe, his daughter, was visiting or when Ed was living in BD, while his wife and daughter were living in St. George, but first Ed Sr., then Ed Jr. then Shannon, drove this white Jeep Cherokee, so for some odd reason, I can't remember, that became the symbol of great escapes, but the red jeeps, all older style, became the symbol of GREAT ESCAPES, and I can go, literally, days without seeing one, but every damned time, I think, I have had a great escape, sure enough, God, in all his signs and symbols protecting me and letting me on what happened, always, sends one of those early 1990's Jeeps, a red one, saying you got it, that was a close call, as he did, yesterday . . . with several several events, that, alone, would not give reason for alarm or concern, but together, taking in the entirety, or in the totality, are enough to stand up and take note!

So, I walk away from the Break Cafe', heading to get lunch down at the Poverello, and as I go to cross the street, going to the other side of Higgins, to the side of the Oxford, I notice, DAVE, ass up in the air, appearing to be working on the planters, out in front of the Oxford, where I have NEVER seen him eat, or frequent, like I have.  Now, Dave looks like a cop, acts, walks, has an attitude, and a temper, like an asshole cop, and I have wondered, over the last 8 months, he has been hanging around the Pov., but every sketchy of late, with me thinking, several times that he was gone, or moved on, but, I swear when I first met him, he claimed to have been from back east, somewhere, then he told Annie, he was from Pennsylvannia, or somewhere, then, recently he told me he was from Butte, and I am wondering, not if he is a cop, but where the cop is from, one of Garrett's men, from Utah, Iron County?  So, this ass, has his ass up in the air, working on the planters, which shocked me, because he said he is an electrician, maybe picking up some extra dough? I don't think so, the cop scenario fits much better, so, I try to sneak by Dave, right on his ass before, I noticed him.  I avoided talking and slide on down to cut through the alley, a few buildings down the street, and cutting behind the FedEX, and then onto Broadway, and right about that same time or seconds later, as I was approaching Einstein's Bros. Bagels, I took a breather, not liking to get to the Pov, when the maddening crowds are doing the line thing, but, as I sat on a bike pipe or whatever they are called, this black dude, looking, homeless for a better word, comes, walking briskly by me . . . once he was down the road a bit, I started walking again, and hit the corner of the courthouse, and first a sheriff, followed by a police car, both cross in front of me, now this is still early Sunday morning, but, the police department is just up the street, and I often see sheriff's vehicles parked around the courthouse, but, given the morning, Dave, and this black dude, and the day before, the totality, I wondered.

BLACK DUDE, CROSSES MY PATH THREE TIMES, IN ABOUT THREE BLOCKS, FRONT, BACK, FRONT, YELLING, WANDA, YOU BETTER NOT MOVE ASIDE AGAIN!  WHAT DID I UPSET YOUR $25,000 HIT ON ME?

While I am sitting on the street between Ryman and Owen, maybe Orange Street Bridge, with the sheriff and the cop, crossing while I am sitting waiting for traffic, this black dude, is bearing down on me, and I thought, should I sit, and let him pass, but he was still a bit behind me, but this seemed strange to me, parade of fools, in one pursuit, with me as a target, Dave, cop, cop, black assassin?  So, I jump up and quickly cross the street, thinking that he is far enough behind me, to make it across the street, but, he is coming from behind fast, so, I stopped at the corner, and again, sit on the rod iron, meddle, banister, outside the shop, near, some massage and City Brew Coffee Shop, and this guy, seemed to be getting more and more agitated, with me, for the second time, squaring off and facing him, with my back to him, as he whisks past me, luckily.  So, I start, down by the American Inn, and on to the St. Patrick's Providence Hospital, and I see this same fucking black ass, coming back at me, like yelling, acting like he might be talking in a some, earpiece phone, but the words, he is saying, seems directed more at the last actions, I took, stepping aside, and facing his sorry black loser ass, following me!  But, I am figuring how to avoid this fucked up dude, either one drugs or so hopped up for a kill, that he is literally, yelling . . . Wanda, if you step aside, one more time, or something to that effect . . . seemingly directed at my actions, rather than some woman he is pissed at!

Luckily, I got passed him, and booked it on down to the Poverello, but not without, God my Intel man, sending, a red Jeep Cherokee, right down the street after me, confirming, that that whole thing was connected from the Break, Dave the cops, to the black hit man!  You would think that would be enough for one day, but, fuck no!

COPS PARKING IN FRONT OF THE POV. WHILE I AM SITTING IN THE DINING ROOM WATCHING MY "TRUE CRIME" WHICH IS EXACTLY WHAT THIS IS! AND MARY, COMES OVER AND TELLS ME THE COPS JUST CAME!

So, after Mary told me the cops were here, I said, where, she said they parked out back, so I took off upstairs, to the woman's dorm, to first see if I could see their vehicles and what they might be there for, because, it was a lazy Sunday afternoon, dinner was over, and it was quiet and calm around the joint, so what was up, other than me?  I could see any cop cars, and wondered about Mary, knowing when Bobby and Mary roll into the Pov. or Grand Junction or Butte, they have come to all, with Mary's brother being the warden of the woman's prison, so an easy in, to ditch me in, never to be heard again, probably the reason, the Bilings cops, were such assholes!  But, was Mary bull shitting me? because, I could not see any cops, nor their cars!  I wasn't going to risk it, always, error on the side of safety, I got under the covers of my bunk, and waited a substantial amount of time, and then when I heard, a car start and leave, thinking that I just couldn't see where they were parked, and knowing that half of the residents, who have cars, are parked back there, until they get money, so a starting car is rare!  LOL!  I came downstairs, and I asked Mary where the cops went, and this time, she said, they parked out front, and went, through the foyer, to the back, and went through the kitchen, where I probably would have run right smack dab into them, because, I cut through the dining room and hit the elevator, that, opened the first second, rare indeed, and got me up and away, in seconds!

I quizzed Mary more, and see turned to another bald, cop looking guy . . . I know, cop just like Brett, because he has HAIR!  LOL!  Dave is bald and so is this dude, who pretends to be a mountain man, who is never in the mountains, or even camping, but like Dave, Mary and Bobby, just show up, all the time, but the guy acts strange, and he has set me up before too, but, now, the cops, parked out front . . . seriously, like I can't remember that you told me they parked in the back, leaving me to wonder, how you knew they parked back there? since, you  could see less than me, because I was sitting right by the window and never saw anything!  I asked several people who didn't see a thing, and generally, cops showing up, or ambulances are a pretty big deal and people want to know what's up, or who is getting what?  But, as sure and consistent as shit, God, shows me, that yes, there was shit going down at the Pov., but they just didn't pull it off without making a scene . . . they really want to get me, when, nobody sees, because, I haven't done anything wrong, and they don't want witnesses, but time is of the essence and the WHOLE DAMNED COPS SHIT SHOW, IS GOING TO TANK TOO, WHEN I GET TO UTAH, WITH MY KIDS . . . four damned years of blocking me from my kids, bogus warrants, buses that just happen to be routed different, than they have, going to Utah, rather than to Denver, when I want to hook up and see my son's concert, etc., or putting me on the front page of the newspaper, trashing me, because, Shelley is suppose to be ME! just wanting me to get the fuck of the state, and away from my intended visit to my SONS!

I have got to run catch a bus, but, shortly after, that, the red Jeep Cherokee came by, just like after the first episode, trying to make it back to the Pov., and then Mary, says, I don't know how you live like this!  Fuck that bitch, has been in on more than about, 10 stings, and she tried to get me kicked out of the Butte Rescue Mission, and spread all kinds of rumors at the Grand Junction Homeward Bound, leading to cops tracking and stalking me, but, eventually, she was proven to be the LIAR she is, and working for Shelley and Cop FUCKS!  Like most, she is on the same gravy train, the SECRIST, gravy train for anyone who plays good with the cops!

Like I Have Said, There Is A Big Difference Between A Cops High School Degree, Even a Federal Cop College Degree, Even a Normal J.D., and Someone Who has Scaled the Peaks of the Legal Field, with the U.S. Supremes Stealing MY WORK, not the other way around!

THERE IS ONLY ONE, JOANN S. SECRIST, JURIS DOCTORATE!  EXPERIENCE THE DIFFERENCE, SNOTTY AS THAT SOUNDS, ARROGANCE IN EXCELLENCE!

FUCK YOU GOD DAMNED PIGS!

P.S., signs I saw on the way home, substantiate, all this stuff, that happened, yesterday . . . (1) a Sara Lee Bakery trailer, Nobody Doesn't Like Sara Lee!  One of my signs for Kay Burningham Baby, not a hard one to figure out, you got to ditch your shit, $10,000 per month in the whole on your Salt Lake law practice, ignoring you dumb ass sons, a fat Buddist and probably a gay cabliaro, raised by illegal aliens, you paid under the table and who didn't speak English to your son's developing their language skills, so you turned them into spoiled brats with my family money, my name and lived, a sweet ride from that point out . . . put the Deadly Magnolia, in my shoes, and that bitch would be in the loony bin, just like she was in college, when she was found playing out in the snow, in her underwear . . . To Face Her Life . . . whores of horrors! (2) YRC truck meaning in my symbolic world, Your Right Children or Your Right See!  (3) Knife River, my sign for my blog, cuts like a knife . . . the way I intended it to!  Arrogance in excellence, until the cops, start doing their god-damned jobs, and going after the bull shit, fuckers, stealing my life, I will tear into them and their sorry asses, chasing, harassing, intimidating, not much, but enough to be an annoyance!  If you don't like law enforcement, as in ENFORCING THE LAWS, THE CRIMINAL CODE, EVEN IF IT IS AGAINST, KAY BABY AND BRETT, we are community, you fucking do it!  (4) then a small maroon truck, not a GMC like the one Brett used to own, but the symbolic color, driving along the Blvd. like a maniac with moving stuff in the back of the truck, hauling ass . . . good get the fuck out of town, if the cops, can't arrest you first! (5) Red Jeep Cherokee! confirmation, of yesterday's great escapes, or possibly on planned at McD's, who knows with the fuckers, it is 24/24/7 harassment, these days! (6) Dave, the cop with his ass up in the air, yesterday the stakeout guy, spying on me at the Break Cafe', was not at work, doing the planters at the Oxford . . . I just went by on the bus, but while at the Pov. at lunch, he was pacing back and forth, around me, worried sick, the back up crew, wasn't going to get the planters done by the time I hit the bus circuit, proving damned well, he was the cop stakeout!  Dave, your nervous pacing, walking around, acting like a little wet hen, worrying and fretting, gives you away all the time!  Relax asshole!  

MAGNETIC. FOLLOW YOUR FOLLY. TIME FOR JUSTICE! HOME IS WHERE YOUR HEART IS. WHENEVER WE ARE TOGETHER WE ARE HOME! WHERE A MAN'S TREASURE IS, THERE HIS HEART IS ALSO! QUANTUM PHYSICS CAN SOMETIMES MAKE A CHILD CLOSER TO YOU, MORE LIKE YOU, THAN HAD YOU BEEN WITH THEM EVERY DAY! I HAD A DREAM SOMETIME AGO, THAT I WALKED UP TO NICOLE'S DOOR AT HER NEW HOME, KNOCKED, AND SHE HAD CUT HER HAIR, SHOULDER LENGTH--IT HAS ALWAYS BEEN LONG, SHE'S 37. NICOLE GOT SILENT WHEN I TOLD HER ABOUT THE DREAM--SHE HAD JUST CUT HER HAIR, SHOULDER LENGTH, THE DAY BEFORE! KUT . . . KUT FROM THE SAME KLOTH! THE OTHER DAY, ON THE PHONE, CHRIS EXPRESSED HIS OPINION ON NOT HAVING A GATHERING PLACE FOR OUR FAMILY, GRETA'S HOUSE, JUST DIDN'T QUALIFY AS MOM'S HOUSE. MY KIDS WERE ALWAYS GREAT TO COME TO MY HOUSE IN ST. GEORGE AND IN PAROWAN, UTAH. I REMINDED CHRIS, THAT THE VERY REASON I GOT THOSE HOMES, NOT BEING A HOMEBODY MYSELF, WAS BECAUSE HE HAD SAID SOMETHING SIMILAR, AFTER I HAD PICK'S DISEASE, AND HAD DIFFERENT HOME SITUATIONS THAN I HAD BEFORE, WHILE I WAS PRACTICING LAW, WITH A SALT LAKE CITY, APARTMENT AND A HOUSE I OWNED IN ST. GEORGE. I REMINDED HIM, THAT I HAD TWO BEAUTIFUL HOMES, JUST SHORTLY AFTER HE MENTIONED, THAT HE WANTED A HOME TO COME HOME TO . . . AND I SAID, YOU NEED TO BE MAD AT THE GOVERNMENT, THE MOB, COPS, JUDGES, FAMILY, AND ALL THE PARTIES, WHO NOT ONLY TOOK ONE HOUSE, TO STOP ME FROM GOING TO ARGUE MY $357 MILLION CASE AGAINST THE STATE OF UTAH, BETTER KNOWN AS THE STATE OF MORMON, WITH MITT BOY, RUNNING FOR PRESIDENT, IN ADDITION TO ELLIOT'S BAND, GOD'S REVOLVER, FINISHING THEIR FIRST OF THREE, RECORD DEALS WITH SONY! ALLAN REX BESS WAS MURDERED, REPLACED BY FUCKING FRANK, BECAUSE HE CAME TO MY RESCUE AFTER MY ST. GEORGE HOUSE WAS STOLEN, WITH ALL COMPUTERS, LAW PRACTICE, FURNITURE, ART, FAMILY PHOTOS, ART, STATUES, PLANTS, ETC. THE PAROWAN HOUSE, THEY JUST TRIED TO KILL ME! SILENCE. OFTEN WE THINK OUR KIDS, KNOW WHAT HAPPENED, AND CAN ASSUME WHAT HAPPENED, BUT WHEN THOSE WITH EVIL INTENT, START FILLING IN THE BLANKS, HAVING ACCESS TO KIDS AT EXTENDED FAMILY PARTIES, OR THROUGH SPOUSES, WHO MAY KNOW THE OTHER SIDE OR THE ENEMIES SIDE OF THE STORY, SOMETIMES THINGS GET LOST IN TRANSLATION . . . OR PERVERTED, TAINTED, AND POISONED! COMMUNICATIONS IS IMPERATIVE WITH KIDS, ESPECIALLY, IN A PROFESSION AND ACTIVITIES LIKE I ENGAGE IN . . . I LEARNED AS A COMMUNICATIONS MAJOR, THAT MISCOMMUNICATION, IS THE RULE, AND COMMUNICATION IS THE EXCEPTION! ESPECIALLY WITH A SON, WHO FIGURED HE KNEW EVERYTHING THERE WAS TO KNOW ABOUT YOU, THEN ASKED YOU AT AGE 34 WHERE YOU WERE BORN! LOL! MY DAUGHTERS KNOW ME INTIMATELY, BUT THE BOYS, WERE JUST "ACTION FIGURES" RUNNING AROUND THE HOUSE, NOT WANTING TO TALK! LOL! MY STACATION AT THE BONNER TRUCK STOP . . . OSPREY DIVE BOMB AT CALIFORNIA BRIDGE . . . SECURITY STING OP AT ST. PATRICK'S HOSPITAL THIS MORNING! FUCK YOU, THE HOSPITAL DOESN'T OWN THE SIDEWALKS--GOD INTELLIGENCE: (1) TRUE CRIME VIDEO, "TIME TO GO" CAUGHT MY EYE; (2) NO SKY DAD, I WANT TO JUST FINISH THIS ONE EPISODE! (3) ON TOP OF MY EAR BUDS, I COULD HEAR WALKIE TALKIES, AND I THOUGHT--DON'T TELL ME! SATURDAYS AND SUNDAYS, ESPECIALLY ARE "SECURITY" DUDE FREE FOR THE MOST PART, AND I HAVE NOT DONE ANYTHING WRONG, BUT, COPS KNOW I COME THERE ON THE WEEKENDS, AND WRITE BLISTERING TALES ABOUT THEM! LOL! HEY, FAIR GAME, THEY ARE THE ONES DOING THIS SHIT TO ME! (4) I TRIED TO DISMISS THE WHITE NOISE IN THE BACKGROUND AS THE SPEAKER FROM THE HOSPITAL, SAYING MORNING PRAYER OR GIVING ANNOUNCEMENTS, THAT IT IS PATIENT REST TIME, OR TIME TO LEAVE! NO, THIS WAS WALKIE TALKIE STUFF, SECURITY STUFF, OUT OF CHARACTER FOR A SUNDAY MORNING; (5) VALIDATION, TWO BEEFY SECURITY GUYS IN NAVY JACKETS, GET UP AND LEAVE FROM WHERE I COULD NOT SEE THEM, BEHIND A HALF WALL THAT SEPARATES THE DINING AREAS IN THE BLARNEY STONE CAFE' WHERE I EAT OFTEN, SO? THEY KIND OF ACTED LIKE THEY WERE MESSING AROUND, AND LOOKED BACK TO WHERE I WAS SITTING; (6) I WAS JUST MINUTES FROM THE END OF MY CRIME STORY BEING OVER--FUCK, I GOT KICKED OUT OF THE POVERELLO CENTER, SO THEY COULD CLEAN THE FLOORS, TRIED TO FINISH THE STORY HERE, NOW . . . COME ON! (7) ALL OF THE SUDDEN, THE DOOR TO THE OUTSIDE, GOING TO THE GARDEN AREA, OPENED . . . WHAT THE FUCK? OKAY, I GET IT, GET THE HELL OUT OF DODGE! (8) I GENERALLY, GO UP THE ELEVATORS, EVEN WHEN IT IS AN EMERGENCY ESCAPE AND OUT THE BACK DOORS PUTTING ME CLOSER TO THE BREAK OR THE BUS STATION, WHERE I CAN GET INTERNET, OR DITCH TO BONNER OR SOMEWHERE ON THE 10 BUSES THAT CONVERGE ON THE TERMINAL AT THE SAME TIME, LEAVING COPS, UNDERCOVER BUS DRIVER COPS AND BRASS ASSES, DAZED AND CONFUSED, BUT GOD SEEMED TO BE INDICATING TO LEAVE VIA THIS DOOR, AND HIT THE SIDEWALKS, OFF HOSPITAL PROPERTY! (9) I AM PISSED ON THE ONE HAND, BECAUSE I BRAG ABOUT THE FOOD, THE VALUES OF THE HOSPITAL, HAVE WRITTEN ABOUT THEIR PRAYERS AND THE COOL THOUGHTS POSTED DAILY IN THE ELEVATORS, I EVEN BRAG ABOUT THE POPE FOR GOD'S SAKE! LOL! I WRITE BLOGS TO INSPIRE, TO TEACH, TO PROMOTE LOVE, DO NO HARM, SO WHAT IN THE HELL IS WRONG AND CRIMINAL ABOUT THAT, THAT YOUR DAMNED SECURITY GUARDS/COPS SHOULD BUG THE SHIT OUT OF ME? (10) ON THE OTHER HAND, I AM GLAD TO STICK IT TO THEM, FOR THE 20TH TIME, AND SURE ENOUGH, THE ST. PATRICK'S PROVIDENCE, SILVER FORD, ODD SHAPED, SECURITY WAGON, HITS THE SIDEWALK, UP ON SPRUCE AT ABOUT THE SAME TIME, I DO . . . THE SECURITY GUARD, NOT ONE OF THE BEEF CAKES, WHO WERE IN THE CAFE' LOOKS OVER AND SMILES, WAVES AT ME, LIKE, GOOD ON YOU! YOU FUCKED THEM AGAIN! LIKE I SAID IN MY FOOTBALL ANALOGY, YOU MAY HAVE THE CARDS STACKED ON THE SIDE OF THE ERRANT LAW ENFORCEMENT, BUT THE FANS AND CROWD ARE CHEERING FOR ME!

I Love Truck Stops!  My Stacation to Bonner--Redneck Holiday!

I have been to truck stops across this beautiful country, God Bless America . . . America the Beautiful!  On my way back to Washington, D.C., to be sworn in the the U.S. Supreme Court Bar, not as a justice on the High Court, but, as someone who is found to be in good standing with their state supreme courts, who has a certificate of good standing, my fourth, since the Supreme's law clerks or court clerks, lost my third certificate, saying I was worthy of that honor, and that two members of the court, from Utah would vouch for my ability to practise and argue before the highest court in the land!  I was one happy camper, to cross the country, after dropping off two killer briefs, in Salt Lake at the Frank Moss Federal Courthouse, symbolic name, of who was controlling the show, at the federal court, not the Constitution, for damned sure!  But, I filed two surprise briefs, that ended up, keeping my case alive, with 180 days by rule to file, or the case goes dormant, and that I knew, so I waited on purpose to fuck with the government attorneys, whom I already knew cut deals with my clients, fucked my oral arguments at the 10th Circuit and were trying to stop me, from making it to D.C., in time for the final day of the Court session, even when I followed the rules, and filed my oath and affirmation and allegiance to the U.S. Constitution, for the fourth time as an attorney, by papers affidavit, with the liars, wanting a second shot, forcing my hand, and making me traverse the country, in order to be sworn in, in person, not really, because, they just wanted my signature, on the oath, after, they broke in, fraudulently on the Court, making it look, like one of the fraud broads beat me, to the punch and I was the late attorney, and the impostor, the poser, NOT THEM!

But, this amped up, gamer, took off, without notice at about 7:00, hitting Grand Junction, Colorado, where my client, ratted me out, to Frank, the co-conspirator with Shelley, murderer of Allan Rex Bess, my client, and now my husband, through proxy with Frank, go figure that one out, and with Shelley to be ME, which resulted in a cross country, great race to the nations Capitol, with me, the only driver . . . raging on Diet Coke and country music, hitting one truck stop after another, racing with a white stretch limo, containing, Frank and Shelley, or Kay, the cops chicks, are, every interchangeable, but I AM IRREPLACEABLE, as they are finding out more and more as time passes, one size does not fit all, nor does, one name, one law license fit all . . . INFERIOR PRODUCTS, SLEAZY ATTORNEY FAKES, and LOSERS!  But, I arrived in Washington, D.C., early Sunday morning, and that was after being blocked by a ONE side of the freeway, ice storm, that forced everyone off the freeway, about 100 miles outside of D.C., with tons of 18 wheelers, my road warrior buddies, slipping and sliding off one side of the freeway, while the other side was cruising down the interstate, going 75 mph!  Another go figure!  All I remember from that quick Zip Trip, was stopping to refill both my gas tank and my tank, tanking up on Diet Coke and to get a new country music CD, so I could turn up my Bose stereo system and rock the music so load my Ford Ranger extended cab, vibrated with the sounds, as I sang to the songs, to the top of my lungs, with a permanent smile on my face . . . go little buddy! GO!  LOL!

Stavacation . . . That is a Short Vacation That You Stay Close to Home, Save Money, But Have a Break From the Daily Grind!

I woke to a beautiful day, and on these sunny Montana mornings when the river glistens, the sky shows off the big skies of Montana, and the mountain pines and mountain air, fill the world with glory, beauty, and adventure, I decided to do something different . . . take the last $4.00 left of my EBT card, of my whopping $16.00 I get for 6 months, after getting my backpack, with all my worldly possessions and money stolen, on my birthday, December 17, a week before Christmas, and spend it all in one place, and that was the Bonner Truck Stop, I think it is a Town Pump or Pilot, but there are blingy cowgirl chick hats and t-shirts, I like to read, cowgirl hats, fun touristy stuff, fun stuff, gear for your car, truck, or semi, there is a lounge, to watch TV, and I have often joined the truckers, even letting them control the remote, and watched a football game or the news for a spell, there are showers, for $10.00, last I took one, washers and dryers, food, music, books, cool electronic equipment, and yummy food, laid back, good ole' girl clerks, who always put a smile on my face, somehow, the issue of clean hands came up, and the clerk told me that she learned yesterday, that the owners, didn't think the staff was worthy of hand sanitizer dispensers at their registers!  WHAT?  Are you kidding me, as I checked out, my Diet Coke, fresh donuts, and a bag of chips . . . why wouldn't you be worth of hand cleaner and sanitizer, seems that keeping the employees from getting sick would pay for the hand cleansers, in lowering the sick days . . . I know, you would figure.  I said, well, I put the stuff on, and within an hour, I wash it off anyway, either for a bathroom break or when I wash my hands to eat.  She said, yeah, I would too, if the sink back behind the counter, was fixed and had running water!  LOL!  Oh, well, a laid back crowd! for sure, love it, dig it, and feel like I have been somewhere, cool, just sitting at the booths, back by the bathrooms, showers and washing machines, looking out at the amazing Montana landscape, pigging out on my snacks and treats, that make me feel like I am back in my truck, cruising down the highway, again! 

Last time I did this, I could get on the truck stop Internet free, or some chick told me, I must have just slide between the cracks in the system, because, they do charge . . . would my EBT card work?  LOL!  Oh, well, my blog was being blocked all the way out, and in the early morning hours, with each attempt, saying, Requested Cite is Blocked!  That's okay, I will just enjoy the time, and dig on the truck stop, and the awesome day, out in the pines, mountains, rivers, and open roads and skies, a freedom, courtesy of Mountain Lines Bus Service, my RIDE these days, and grateful for it!  After I had fun, looking at all the cool, condensed stuff, that truckers, can get in miniature, I decided to cross the road to the historical cite, sit on a rock, and wait, relaxed, refreshed, renewed, and ready to face my blog, cool, calm and collected, like I usually am, but, even more so, after the relaxed people, travelers, clerks, truckers, whom I have just interacted with.  I thought, what I need, is a big fat trucker boyfriend, plumber butt and all, who likes to eat and digs a woman who does too, to ride along with, loving the scenery, the freedom, and moving American products, from coast to coast . . . I would dig the hell out of that.  The day before, at the Pov. some dude, was trying to convince some chick, he had just met, to just pick up and drive to Texas with him . . . I almost volunteered, but he seemed hot on her, and he was about 20 years younger than me, but about 10 years older than her, but a free spirit, nonetheless, but that is something, that I would like doing and probably the inspiration, for me wanting to hit the road . . . I used to put about 70,000 miles per year on my truck, or I did the year I went to D.C., and in less than 15 minutes after driving myself, from Utah to Washington, D.C., I was back in my truck, listening to my country music, and driving out through the Parowan Gap, with a Diet Coke and a chocolate on chocolate donut, enjoying the prairies and grasslands, out west of Parowan, Utah, Little Montana!  The Maverick gas station, always made me feel the same way as truck stops . . . this whole exercise goes to liberty, freedom, open spaces, and doing exactly what makes you happy!

KINGFISHER FLY SHOP! THE OLD POST. IGNITE THE NITE. SOCIAL SUSTAINABILITY. SECRET WAR. HIT THIS MORNING ON CALIFORNIA BRIDGE, "OSPREY," SIGN, DIVE BOMBING BREAD FOR THE DUCKS--(O)H, (S)ECRIST (PREY!) THE BIG BIRD, PERCHED RIGHT ABOVE MY HEAD FOR ABOUT A HALF HOUR--SOME CHICK WHO SAW THE DIVE BOMB, SAID, HAVING AN OSPREY DROP BIRD POOP ON YOUR HEAD WAS A SIGN OF GOOD LUCK, ESPECIALLY IF YOU WERE GETTING MARRIED! NO THANKS TO BOTH! LOL! COP STING OP, AT BUS TERMINAL, TODAY TOO! GAMES. TOOLS. GUNS. MUSIC. MONEY. JOBOX--GENUINE JO(E). A DIFFERENT KIND OF MONSTER--THE MURDER OF KATHY AUGUSTINE: (1) THE WRONG ROOMMATE, WRONG LIFE; (2) A DEADLY CAMPAIGN; (3) DEADLY MAGNOLIA, AND (4) IT'S NOT MY FAULT! (A) THE TWINKIE DEFENSE; (B) THE SLEEPWALKER DEFENSE, AND (3) THE NYMPHOMANIAC DEFENSE . . . JURIES HAVE TO SYMPATHIZE WITH THE DEFENDANTS, AND EMPATHIZE MORE WITH THE DEFENDANT THAN THEY DO THE STATE OR THE VICTIM, EVEN MURDER VICTIMS . . . AS IN THE KILLING OF HARVEY MILK, THE FIRST OPENLY GAY ELECTED OFFICIAL IN THE COUNTRY, GUNNED DOWN BY WHITE, A POLICE COMMISSIONER WHO QUIT HIS JOB, AND WAS REFUSED THE OPTION TO RETURN . . . MANY SAW THE 5 YEAR PRISON SENTENCE FOR KILLING TWO MEN, GUNNING THEM DOWN IN COLD BLOOD, AS, REALLY AN OPEN STATEMENT AGAINST GAYS! THE COP CHOIR BOY, WAS SEEN AS MORE SYMPATHETIC, THAN THE ALTERNATIVE LIFESTYLE OF MILK, SO THEY BOUGHT THE TWINKIE DEFENSE, THAT WHITE HAD BEEN JACKED UP ON SUGAR, AND HAD NO INTENTION OF GUNNING DOWN THE MAYOR AND CITY COUNCILMAN. THE SLEEPWALKER MORMON, FROM UTAH, ALLEGEDLY STABBING HIS WIFE, THEN TAKING HER OUT IN THE BACK YARD SWIMMING POOL WHERE HE DUMPED HER BODY, LATER TELLING COPS, WHO FOUND HIM IN BED ASLEEP, THAT HE MUST HAVE KILLED HER IN HIS SLEEP WHILE HE WAS SLEEPWALKING? OR THE NYMPHOMANIAC DEFENSE, THAT A DEPRESSED WIFE ON PROZAC, WHO WAS HAVING SEX WITH PROMINENT MEN, BECAUSE HER HUSBAND COULD NOT KEEP UP WITH HER, ANYMORE, DUE TO HER MEDICATION, BUT WATCHING AND TAPING THE SEX SESSIONS, ONE INCLUDED A FORMER VICE MAYOR OF TAMARAK, FLORIDA, WAS BEING SOLD BY THE COUPLE, TAKEN WITH THEIR FAME, FOR $100,000, PROFITING FROM THEIR CHARGES, EVEN LOOKING AT CHARGES AGAINST THEIR ATTORNEY, WHO ALLOWED THE PROFITEERING, WERE NOT SUCCESSFUL WITH THE JURY! CASES WITH STRANGE DEFENSES ARE NOT DECIDED BY THE ATTORNEYS, THE JUDGE, BUT ARE DECIDED BY THE JURIES AND THE PUBLIC, WHOM THE JURIES ARE SELECTED FROM . . . AND MOST OF THE TIME, THEY GIVE THE DEFENSE, AND BACKHAND, AS THEY READ THE JURY VERDICT, NOT BELIEVING THESE EXCUSES FOR BAD BEHAVIOR! EVERY ONCE IN A WHILE THEY WORK, BUT NOT OFTEN. MOST JURIES, SAY WHATEVER, THE PERSON SUFFERED AS A CHILD, OR AT THE HANDS OF SOMEONE, IS NOT AN EXCUSE TO MURDER, ROB, INJURE, OR PROFIT FROM AN ILLEGAL ACTIVITY, THEY JUST SIMPLY DON'T BUY BAD BEHAVIOR . . . CALL IT SOCIAL SUSTAINABILITY, AND THEY LOCK THEM UP FOR THEIR CRIMES! "TRUE CRIME" TIME . . . THIS STUFF WILL AMAZE YOU!

The Murder of Kathy Augustine, Comptroller of the State of Nevada, Offered a Job, as U.S. Treasurer

If I recall, Kathy was a contemporary of mine, me in the Utah Attorney Generals Office, and her in Nevada . . . as I hear the description of this woman, who actually looked a lot like me, was a bit older, but not much, I was 46 years old when I was allegedly struck with a terminal brain disease, while general counsel, for the Utah Medical Association, a professor of family law at the University of Utah, owner of my own anger management company, and writing programs for the elderly, online, having formerly been, staff attorney, for the Utah Division of Aging, considering a run at the new Congressional seat, but being courted by the Republican Party, to run for Utah Attorney General.  Kathy, 50 years old, at the time of her murder, had been successful, at several bids for office and she was, not only considering a run for Congress, but she had been offered this job, as U.S. Treasurer, or working as a deputy in that office.  She was tough, smart, beautiful, had a good personality, a hard driver, but, kind of a pussy cat, at home and with family and friends. 

On one of the commissions, she served on, and later, in her job as Comptroller of Nevada, she served on committees with all men, and she had no trouble using her political assets, to push her positions on issues, voting and persuasion.  Same with me.  At the time of her death, at the hands of her, third husband, who may possibly have murdered her, second husband too, met her after her and her husband had decided to get a divorce, actually meeting her in the hospital, for a fast and furious romance, after her husband's sudden and unexplained death . . . she married this charming male nurse or physicians assistant, just two weeks after her husband's demise.  After Kathy died, of strange causes, later, of succs, or poisoning, there was suspicion, that the now nurse husband, may have actually, given the husband, the same poisoning, as he used on Kathy, when she suddenly died of an alleged heart attack, only to find suspicious marks in her bottom, later to find out, the connection between the needle marks and a statement her medically trained husband, with assess to such drugs, made to a fellow worker, actually while Kathy was laying in the hospital dying.

I don't think prosecutors, went far enough, on what was behind the suspicious murder of Kathy, with tons of enemies, considering a run for Congress, and with a big offer from the federal government.  I would guess that this death was politically motivated, and the nurse husband, may have been hired, precisely for the intent of getting close to the woman politician, who was lucky in the public arena of voters and elected office, but was not quite so lucky in her personal life.  I would not be surprised, if this male nurse, whom was charming and all over her from the get, go, may have been hired to get rid of her husband, as collateral damage, in Kathy's political wars, source of money and support for years, like 15 or so, and those enemies may have feared, that the two, given the husband's condition, might have gotten back together, after the sudden stroke or heart failure of the husband, with her rushing to his side, even though they were going through a divorce. This wealthy man, successful, in his own right, had been a silent, strong partner, of this elected official with higher ambitions, for years, and perhaps, the two of them, together were more of a threat to political foes, worried about this woman, and her power.

A Different Kind of Monster

Often when we hear of rapists and killers, we think of the lonely, strange, man with no friends, a loser in love, backward in his ways, often rejected by women, and uses sex and death, as a statement against women, showing them that he has power and control over at least this woman, maybe not in love, but in death, or at least causing her pain.  However, when the Canadian general, over the Trenton Air Force base, a top gun, with amazing credentials, a long history of success, not only in his career, but apparently in his personal life, married to a successful, I believe professor, living with her, and their two babies, their dogs, having a home near the Air Force base and one out in the country near a lake, and this man, so respected, even flying the Queen, just like 6 months before, and members of the Parliament, for tours of Canada and the base, even on the day of one of the murders, being an a base wide, strong man pulling competition, was picked up for, first, breaking into over like 83 homes, taking women's lingerie, bras and panties, with a huge collection of the drawers, homes and women, he raided, later, turning to rape, on several occasions, leading ultimately to at least two murders, not only video taping the tortures, rapes and murders of these women, but video taping himself, dressed in drag, wearing and modeling some of the lingerie, he had collected over the years!  This shocked and stunned a nation, if not the world.

The difference between this man, and your normal sociopath or psychopath, was the fact, that he did have remorse, he did empathize with his victims, and was very concerned about his wife, how this scandal might effect her, her career, and of course, she divorced him, when the charges came out, the military burned his uniform, and stripped him of all his honors and accolades, degrees and achievements, as being a huge ass disgrace to the very country he was allegedly serving.  This man, on many virtues, could offer no reason for his behavior, nor did he offer excuses, and ultimately confessed to everything, and very silently took his punishment, as it was meted out.  The general was a good looking man, had everything going for him, he was of good physical stature, strong and tall among men, remembered by his friends in college, as overly organized, as investigators and law enforcement found, even in the completely organized and neat, display of the bras and underwear, he had stolen from all these homes and women.  The one thing, that, one of the victims, noticed, is that he had to be completely in control of her, the surroundings, the place where the crimes took place, even the manner and order of what took place.  This does, however fit, the difference between organized and unorganized killers, serial killers, and rapists, so not so different, and we always need to remember the fact, that these crimes are about power and control, which seems strange, given the man's position of power and control, over the whole fucking air force base!  Some suspected, that these victims, one, a woman, whom, he had just returned home from a flying mission with, who rejected his advances, may have caused a brutal and bloody attack, on this woman, once he got home.  So, with men, who are already powerful, they are not used to being rejected, and that seems to trigger something in them, that they can't, or don't want to deny!

WRONG LIFE, WRONG ROOMMATE

This true crime movie, again, I could highly identify with, given the fact, that this is a young, attractive, smart, English professor, dating a criminal defense attorney, who she was engaged to, but he cheated on her, so she broke off the relationship, but the guy could not let go, showed up unannounced, stalked her, followed her, and we come to find out, that, some of the shady clients, this man, represented, served to be the perfect pool, of guys, to be used, to terrorize the ex-fiance', doing all kinds of things, from, scaring her and her niece, whom, was the daughter of her older sister, who allowed her to move in, and house sit, and daughter, sit, while mom and new dad or bow, or she traveled with her company, with this handsome, well built, charming, alleged artist, showing up out of the blue, saying that, this sister, who was out of town, had rented her apartment over the garage to him . . . when in reality, he was hired by the ex-fiance, to scar her back to him, with the convict, with a background in mob activities, money laundering, and criminal enterprises, claiming, to be a pro, and so he seemed, not only in charming women, reading them, but in putting video cameras, in the form of a book, on her shelf, and watching every minute she was in her bedroom, or home, knowing whom, where, what and with whom, she was doing anything with!  He soon became obsessed with her, and got sick of the ex-boyfriend attorney, showing up and demanding, this or that, form he former, client, whom he paid to scar his girlfriend back to him!  Eventually he kills the ex-fiance, and wants her for himself, because things are going well, and he is digging the life, the chick, and her niece!

Eventually, a very smart, and protective department chair in the English Department, is introduced to the art work of the charming renter, and interested, beef cake, living at the same resident as his professor friend, and he recognizes, the art, of this man, as, that of a student, he had, taught, in English, but a budding artist, with a very distinct style, of vibrant art, one piece, in particular, very stark and plain, with a red background, and a black scorpion . . . symbolic of the deadly nature of this man, as a cold blooded killer, who will stop at nothing, to get his way, to get money, to save his own skin, even to the point, he wished that things were different with the young attractive professor, he killed the ex-boyfriend so he could pursue a relationship with her.  This male professor, confronted the man, who claimed to be the artist, using his name, even, or at least his art, and the killer, tried to kill him, but he survived, and alerted the colleague in the English Department, of the man's stolen identity and his history of criminal behavior, and also that fact that he had done time in the pen.  Eventually, this smart woman, goes after the guy, who has abducted her niece, as a mean to get the money he needed to get away with all the crimes, and between, a friend, another female professor, who wanted this guy, if her friend didn't, took the guy out, trapping him and shooting, him . . . he was shocked, said he had underestimated the blonde professor, and she said, yeah, I get a lot of that!  And so do I!

A DEADLY CAMPAIGN

In this true crime episode, as was the one above, if I failed to mention it, at least based on true facts and events, but, this was a woman, from a blue collar background, but with big dreams, of having it all.  She met a medical student, and together, they were successful and happy, having a family, with her, later in life, starting a real estate business, that was very successful, to the point that, the doc and his realtor wife, moved, to an area, outside Washington, D.C., called the Potomac, which was where all the up and coming, or well established power brokers in D.C., wanted to live.  While the couple was very accepted and respected, in the area, they soon, learned, that D.C., was not just powered by money, but, by power, and that seemed to matter more to this new crowd, career pedigrees, jobs, connected to powerful people and offices, and so this ambitious wife of a doctor, decided, after being appointed to a city planning commission, that she was going to run for the U.S. Congress, after she had successfully, run, for a city office of mayor our council, but lost, she, decided to go bigger.  There was a lot of animosity, between this woman, and her opponent, and I believe that some type of charges or allegations were brought against this woman, by not only the winner, but his attorney, testified against her too.

This woman was gregarious, and was well liked, respected, but very revengeful, bitter, and not about to take a second seat to anyone; therefore, she ultimately puts out hits on the attorney, who testified against her, and her husband, the doctor, whom she was no divorcing, due to financial strain, and pressure from the elections, he just wanted a life, but she didn't want him to have any of the joint fortune the two had amassed, in their marriage together.  I believe they were worth, several million, and she was not going to deal with him, she was just going to kill him, seeing she get everything.  The hit man, actually, contacted the police, being shocked at what she wanted him to do, offering to pay him, $10,000 for each hit, doing her husband first, and her political foe last . . . she worked about details with, I believe, an undercover cop!  She was out at the golf course, when she was arrested, doing some charity fund raiser, and when the cops searched her car, she had a wig, masking tape, and all kinds of stuff, that spelled, nothing other than murder.  I guess, she decided that she could not do it herself, or she ran into this man, she thought, liked her and would kill for her, and she made the arrangements, through several meetings, being as casual, as if she were arranging to go to lunch with the guy, as if, this was normal behavior.  This woman got, three years in prison for planning to hire a hit man, for two murders!  This woman was so vengeful, and bizarre that many people, in the Potomac area, said they were terrified of this woman, her calculated and cruel, mindset, on seeing revenge, and putting out hits, if ANYONE crossed her, and feared, that even while she was in prison, she might hire a contract killer, and they were in fear, while she was in, and after she would get out, that they had crossed her!

DEADLY MAGNOLIA

In this crime episode, you have a very dainty, gentile, thin and frail, southern bell, who has dreams of the good life, much like she fantasied, when she grew up, seeing the movie, Gone With the Wind, seeing herself, living in a southern mansion, married to Rhett Butler, even seeing herself, living in a place, similar to Tarra.  This woman, saw a man, that came from a semi-wealthy family, who fit her bill, as a Rhett like, man, whom she could fulfill all her dreams with, but there was just one problem, he was a married man!  She did not let this come in the way of her dreams, and she went after this man, and used all her gentile, southern wiles and feminine ways, on the unsuspecting man, and she eventually got him.  However, his parents, very steeped in the Bible belt, saw her as a home wrecker, and never quit, accepted her into the family.  That didn't bother her either, because, she had their son, under her spell, and he would do anything for sweetie, including, believing her when, see was having trouble with father-in-law, and accused him of coming over and exposing himself to her, while she was mowing the lawn one day!  Of course, this made the son, ready to believe this helpless, tiny woman, frail and susceptible to his father's advances, with hubby, truly, in her mind, her Rhett Butler, with her playing Scarlet and him, Rhett, at costume parties, and Halloween, dress up, feeling the need to defend his wife's honor, so he goes over to his parents' house, already, due to her, not on good terms with his parents, feuding over money, feeling rejected, and now, his father going after, his petite wife . . . he shoots, both his father and his mother, with wife nearby, encouraging the confrontation and egging her husband on.  She got everything she wanted.

Of course the husband was found guilty, and the southern bell was charged with some conspiracy, but never served time.  While the husband was in jail, his loving wife, so forlorn, over her lover boy in jail, suggested that the two have a suicide pact, with her giving him pills, and when she left, he was to take those pills in prison, while she took them at exactly the same time in the parking lot . . .  that is when he wised up, and realized that his troubles, were all because of her!  The next thing with woman did, was go after, her husband's grandparents, who were rumored to have had, at least a worth of a million dollars.  She would frequent the elderly couple, and visit and cook for them.  Suddenly the pair got sick, and it was discovered, that, during the visits, this woman, had printed up, three codicils of the grandparent's will, and each time, this woman, had her aging husband's grandfather, sign something, more and more of their estate, went directly to her!  The fraud and the poison was discovered, she was giving the older couple, arsenic poisoning in their food!  The grandmother said she didn't trust her, but her husband did, until they were both almost dead!  She did go to prison for like half her sentence, she seemed to thrive in this setting and became a model prisoner, and during her stay, she trained, to take care of the elderly when she was released!

After the small beauty, was released, she got as close as she ever would, to living in the house or mansion, she dreamed of, and was hired to take care of a wealthy older couple, who, when their son came to visit, noticed her putting white powder on their salads, and his parents complaining that they didn't feel well . . . she was fired, and was later charged with: (1) Aggravated assault with intent to commit murder; (2) Violating the Georgia Controlled Substance Act; (3) Theft by taking . . . parents said she robbed them blind, took tons of valuables, and money; (4) Impersonating a registered nurse!  Her daughter, said, the one thing she learned, was Just because someone looks nice, does not mean they are NICE!  She went on to say that her mother, while beautiful, lived a life, of lies and deceit, and she was cruel and cunning!

EVEN A LICENSED ATTORNEY, WHO IS NOT LICENSED IN THE FEDERAL COURTS, IS GUILTY OF IMPERSONATING AN ATTORNEY!  I HAVE 4 LICENSE OR DID!  

Something that is unique in my case, is that even an attorney, who say is licensed to practice law in Utah, but is not a member of the U.S. Federal District Bar, or the 10th Circuit Court of Appeals, nor the U.S. Supreme Court, would be guilty of impersonating a licensed attorney, in all three of the other courts that I have bar licenses to practice, in those, federal courts, and using my name, would not qualify them, either! They are, indeed, practicing law without a license, to appear in any of those other courts, even if they were licensed to practice in Utah! or California.  And surely, the non-lawyers, in the fraud broads, would be even more guilty, for not being attorneys at all, and the CIA, Make a Wish Foundation, my be able to deputize the wick chicks, as cops, but, surely not ass attorneys!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

If Someone, Besides Me, Is Smart Enough, To Connect the Key Players, Personalities and Plans, Including Murder, They Could Solve My Case, Using These Cases As Models of Bad Behavior and Bad Acts, of the Hit Squad! or the One's Who Hire . . . A New Kind of Monster(s)!!!!!!

Have a GREAT Weekend!

LOVEJOY! GOD CREATED KIDS, FOR PARENTS' ENTERTAINMENT. BARBIE CASTRO & THE FLY. CATACLYSMIC CHAOS CONTAGION AT THE DUCK PARK, WITH TWO YEAR OLD "Y" AND CUTEST DADDY IN THE WORLD, READY TO THROW DARLING IN THE DUCK POND, WITH THE DUCKS! LOL! PLANNING A SIMPLE FAMILY GET TOGETHER AT THE ZOO WITH PICNIC . . . MOM, WE'LL BRING OUR OWN FOOD! WHAT KFC CHICKEN, FAMILY DINNER IN A BOX IS NOT GOOD ENOUGH? A POT LUCK WAS ALWAYS GOOD ENOUGH FOR YOUR PARENTS! CHRIS, STOP ARGUING WITH ME, I AM AGREEING WITH YOU! BRING YOUR OWN DAMNED FOOD! LOL! GRETA IS COOL ENOUGH TO BRIDGE THE GENERATION GAP ON WHAT TO EAT--MOM, GRAZING FOOD, FROM "TRADER JOE'S" WITH GOURMET CHEESES, TRENDY CRACKERS BLENDS, FRUITS & VEGGIES, DELI SLICED MEATS, DIPS AND HEALTHY SNACKS FOR DESSERT. THANKS HONEY. ELLIOT'S A MESS . . . WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT? MR. GQ,, BIG BROTHER, LOOK AT HIS ARMS--WHAT ARE THERE HEROIN TRACKS OR SOMETHING? NO, THE TATTOOS! MOST LIKELY TO BE AN ATTORNEY, SLICK WILLY, VERSES, THE ROCK STAR BEAST, ALL TATTED UP! TRULY THE CLOSEST OF BROS.! CHRIS JUST WANTED A FIGHT! I'M ALWAYS UP FOR THAT! DO YOU KNOW WHY HE GOT THOSE? IN HONOR OF HIS LEAD SINGER IN PARALLAX, BLAKE, YOUR FRIEND ORIGINALLY, IF I CAN REMIND YOU, WHOM HE PLAYED IN A BAND WITH FOR 7 YEARS, JUST GOING VIRAL, KICKIN' CD'S OUT, IN BREAK NECK SPEED, WITH SUCCESS ON THE HORIZON, AFTER ALL THE HARD WORK, DYING IN THE "MYSTERIOUS" PROVO DEATH CAVE INCIDENT, THAT BOTH YOU AND YOUR BROTHER WERE INVITED TO--TO JOIN IN, THE WATER CAVE, AFTER THE CONCERT, SPELUNKING! ELLIOT DIDN'T JUST LOSE ONE FRIEND, HE LOST 4, HE WAS THE ONE WHO SHOWED THE COPS WHERE THE CAVE WAS AND HE WAS THE ONE WHO SCREAMED THAT HE COULD GO IN AND FIND THEM, PANICKED BY THE THOUGHT OF LOSS, AND WAS THREATENED WITH ARREST, IF HE CROSSED THE CAUTION TAPES! HE GOT A TAT, THAT WAS EXACTLY LIKE BLAKE'S, ONLY WITH A POEM HE WROTE, OVER HIS LEFT ELBOW! SILENCE. FROM GRETA'S PICTURES OF THE FIRE OUTSIDE TAOS, NEW MEXICO TO NICOLE AND FAMILY, ON THE CANADIAN SIDE OF NIAIGRA FALLS, ON SPRING BREAK, TEXTING MESSAGING PICS OF FAMILY AND FALLS . . . WHAT WOULD I DO WITHOUT THEM? LAST SUNDAY, WATCHING THE GEESE ON THE CLARK FORK RIVER, PLAYING IN THE SUN, ON THE TRAILS, AND IN THE RIVER, PAIRED AND MATED FOR LIFE--WHEN YOU READ ABOUT NICOLE, BARBIE CASTRO, YOU WILL UNDERSTAND--HER GOOSE TOOK OFF AND LEFT THE MALE ON THE JOGGING TRAIL, FLEW AWAY, TOOK A SWIM DOWN THE RIVER--THE MALE WAS LOST, AND FINALLY GOT IN THE RIVER, ACTING SAD, FINALLY, THE FEMALE, CAME SLOWLY SWIMMING BACK UP THE RIVER, AND SLOWLY REJOINED HER MATE--ONE HOT MAMA, PISTOL TEMPER TO MATCH HER LATIN AMERICAN HUSBAND, LOOKING AT THIS OR THAT PAIR, WHILE THINKING ABOUT MY THREE MARRIED CHILDREN, AND THE SYMBOLISM WAS FUNNY AND FIT THEIR PERSONALITY TYPES, AS I WATCHED THE PAIRS, SOMETIMES SURPRISED, SOMETIMES LAUGHING, THAT FITS, BUT AMUSED JUST THE SAME, WHATEVER. ELLIOT, BASS PLAYER AND VOCALIST, NOW FINDING COLLEGE IS IN THE WAY OF HIS MUSIC, WITH ONLY TWO CLASSES LEFT TO GRADUATE, FROM THE GRUELING MUSIC MAJOR WITH TONS OF LAB WORK, FOR ALL THE NORMAL SUSPECT BANDS, LATEST, "THE DITCH & THE DELTA" SAID HE IS JUST GOING TO BE THE BEST UNCLE, WHICH HE IS, WILL PLAY WITH GRETA'S BOYS FOR HOURS, WRESTLING, THROWING PILLOWS AND BOYS ON COUCHES, AND HIDING AND DUCKING FROM THE BAND OF BROTHERS, WHO MORE RESEMBLE A GANG, THAN INDIVIDUAL BROS., ATTACKING AND JUMPING ON THEIR FUN UNCLE--CHRIS! I CAN'T WAIT FOR APRIL 24, 2012--FUNNY, I JUST CAUGHT THE FACT THAT I PUT THE YEAR AS 2012 RATHER THAN 2016, BUT THAT FITS TOO, BECAUSE, MY ENEMIES, HAVE TRIED TO SPLIT MY FAMILY APART--DIDN'T WORK . . . TOO STRONG FOR THAT, SIMPLE FAMILY FUN, IN ALL OF ITS COMPLEXITY! IN THE NEW TESTAMENT, JESUS ADMONISHED OLDER WOMEN, TO TEACH THE YOUNGER WOMEN HOW TO BE MOTHERS . . . JUST SOME SIMPLE ADVICE--MY KIDS MAKE ME LOOK GOOD! LOVE, LOVE, LOVE, JOY, JOY, JOY . . . DON'T MISS OUT, EL, WE ALL KNOW WE CALL YOU AT THE "WRONG TIME," AND YOUR GIRLFRIEND "DEMANDS TIME," BUT DON'T MISS OUT ON KIDS! SOMEDAY . . . WAY TOO COOL!

Barbie Castro and The Fly!  You Got a Divorce Over a Fly?

Shortly after, President Obama's trip to Cuba, I called my daughter, Nicole, who is married to a Cuban, and wanted to know what George and his mother, who goes to Cuba at least once or twice a year, thought of the historic trip.  Now, you have to know, Nicole, she eats, sleeps and drinks, conservative political talk shows, she teaches her young women, in church, the United States Constitution and its principles, as church girl's camp director, she runs the program, like military boot camp, obstacle courses and all, so the girls can build their self esteem, even the former FBI agent, Mormon bishop, wanted to join in the fun, and stay all week with the girls, and tried his body at the strenuous physical exercises.  Nicole home schools her two brilliant children, and she has to be very independent, because, her husband is gone, almost 2 weeks of every month, working for government contractors, aka, the CIA, and she is left to hold down the fort, and with the latest snow storm to hit the Washington, D.C. area, with 40 inches of snow, not only did she have to dig out of the snow, until a neighbor, who's wife, got stuck in the snow the year before, was lucky enough to have a neighbor come dig her out, as this man, having purchased a snow blower, something that Nicole and George didn't need, when they lived in Ashburn Village, in a townhouse, but her furnace went out for three days, during the snow storm, with the repair man, saying, that, while the new furnace, in their new home, should have lasted longer than, just the two years they have been in the home, the new products are designed to break down.  So, Nicole, has little sympathy for George, when he comes home, from posh vacations, and travel, on the government's dime, without the kids . . . who are always, glad to have daddy come home, to give mom and break!

Nicole of all my children, is the least cuddly, and she marries a hot Latin lover, who, tries to be affectionate, turn, Nicole's none stop, conservative talk show radio shows, to passionate Latin love songs, with, Nicole, pushing away, George's hungry arms, trying to spark some sign of romance, in this daughter of mine!  LOL! George, knock it off, and she turns the channel in their new red, extended cab, F150 Ford, extended King Cab, and turns the channel back to the politics.  You need the background, on the vehicle situation, in my daughter's family . . . they live outside D.C., so George generally drives the commuter car, that gets good gas, while Nicole, shuttles the kids around on homeschooler field trips and recess time with other moms, or to soccer, gymnastics, or music lessons.  So, on the rare occasions, when George actually is at home, he wants to drive the Ford pickup!  LOL!  There has been this fly on the dashboard, for about three months, and George thinks that, Nicole, should clean the truck, and get the fly off the dashboard, since she is always the one driving the truck; however, Nicole, doesn't care about the fly, nor is she very concerned about the condition of the truck, when she has the kids, the house, and generally the yard and the dog, the two fought over getting, and so cleaning the truck and the fly are the lowest on Nicole's list of priorities to take care of.   LOL!  Stand your ground, Honey, the man, in your traditional marriage should be responsible for cleaning the damned truck!  Nicole can't agree more!  LOL!  Both are refusing to get the fly out of the dashboard, in the truck and it is becoming an issue . . . 

She Who Cares Least, Controls!  George, If It Bugs You, Get It Out!

Nicole never thinks of the stupid fly, until she is in the truck with George, whom it drives crazy, but he refuses to remove the fly, as a matter of principle now.  LOL!  So, Nicole and I have a somewhat, civil discussion on Cuba and the President's visit, but with Nicole going off, on the fact that, it is only a start, and the civil rights and inhuman treatment of the people of Cuba . . . blah, blah, blah, and she starts attacking me, as if I am personally, responsible, or that President Obama, is on his first visit, suppose to clear up all injustices the Castro brothers have done, in the 50 years, since, they lead the revolution, and took over, setting up a totalitarian government and regime.  I love, Nicole's passion and fervor, for the Cuban people and their rights, but, she is young, and needs to realize, that, you can't take a people, from A to Z in human rights, free speech, in monthly salaries, and democracy, overnight.  This is just a baby step, starting the process, and we are not going to get President Raul Castro, in his 80's to change anytime soon.  I told her that I really like Castro, and the way he and President Obama, interacted, both strong in their positions, and by the end of a few days together, especially, after President Obama, spoke, and Raul, even fielded a few questions, not what dictators normally do, so a start their too, but Raul, almost took, President Obama's arm or hand, and raised, it like he was the winner in a prize boxing match.

Well, Mom, that is all nice and fine, but there is so much change that needs to take place . . . honey, I know, then she quickly steps in, as I did, on the last conversation, over politics, and said, well, we should probably not discuss this.  Good idea!  LOL!  I have four very politically minded and well informed children, who span the political spectrum, from Nicole at the most conservative, to Elliot at the most liberal, who just calls Nicole a bigot!  LOL!  Nicole is discussed that Greta and Dallas, used to be conservatives while they lived in Georgia, and now, they are these liberal, members of the local, St. George, press corp!  LOL!  I said, honey, all things are relative, if you are living, in a moderately conservative place, you may not be pulled into the extremes, but, you sister and Dallas are living in the reddest state, in the reddest county in that state, and that now, while standing politically, in the same place, puts them on the liberal side of the spectrum!  They didn't need to move their positions, they just moved, and you have some very right winged extremists, that Greta and Dallas, feel it a personal duty, to try to correct, Dallas speaks on a radio talk show each week, Greta writes often for the St. George News, and they seem to end up in the middle of everything, being the arch enemies of the locals!  LOL!  Chris, the one, who, I had the dream, would be president of the United States, is so discussed at politics, that while up to speed, he is so negative, he refuses to vote!  He hates both of his parents, and all the candidates and politicians!  LOL!  I would be shocked if Elliot was for anybody but, Bernie Sanders!

Nicole, and I have learned our lesson about family and politics, during the last elections, when Benghazi happened, me and her got in the big discussion, I swore, in her very Mormon home, and she asked me to stop swearing . . . why the kids are in bed?  Mom, just because . . . between not being able to speak the way I wanted, and us disagreeing on Benghazi and who was to blame, I packed up my shit and left, her house, at 10:30 P.M. at night, in a total rain storm!  I felt, good that she and George, drove around, the suburb of Washington, D.C. looking for me, but, I made it to the train station and on my way home, seeing the wisdom in not discussing politics or religion, with my children . . . we are all hot blooded and passionate and pretty informed and knowledgeable about the topics and the issues; therefore, it basically boils down, to which side of the political spectrum, you fall on, and being a "purple" rather than a red or a blue, I am somewhat moderate, but, like I said, all political positions are relative, depending on who you are talking to, Nicole, the far, right winger, makes all of us in the family appear, liberal!  Including me, the moderate!  So, we finished the conversation, by gracefully agreeing to disagree, even though we both agree, on what needs to be done in Cuba, she is young and wants, immediate changes, and I have learned that change is slow, and there is wisdom in that!  Just as we were hanging up the phone, a mother and daughter, walked by arm in arm, and I had to smile, she is a chip off the old block, and one HOT MAMA!  LOL!  

I think, George, wants her to home school the kids, because, the second, this little wiz kid, even writes a letter to some politician, they want her to come work for them!  She worked for a Republican county commissioner, in Loudon County, VA, with about as many people in that county as in the whole state of Montana, her job description, sounded, much the same as some of my statewide jobs, in the Utah Attorney Generals Office, especially the ones, in administration.  Nicole is so smart, she was in the gifted program, by first grade, taking the tests and applying, without, me even knowing until she was accepted, saying to her teacher, MY MOM IS GOOD, SO I WILL BE GOOD, I was attending college on the 4 kids, 4 college, and 12 year plan, but, she is so confident, competent and good, that, when politicians get a bit of her, they want more and more, and George is trying to protect his little kingdom and his kids, keeping mommy occupied, so she doesn't go get a job!  She wrote a Virginia senator, and he wanted to meet with her about a job . . . a future in politics?  Her son thinks mommy would make a great mayor!  As soon as we hang up the phone, I get a text from Nicole . . . it is a picture, and I can't tell what it is, looked like a knocker on a black door, or something, so I called, Nicole and asked her what the picture was?

Mom, That is a Picture of the FLY on the Dashboard in Our Truck!  LOL!

Combustible Collusion By Toddlers at the Duck Pond

So, I call, Chris, yesterday, and first thing I do, is ask what, "Y" is doing?  I could hear the exasperation in his voice . . . you don't want to know, what she is doing and what stunt she just pulled at the duck pond!  What did she do?  Now, Chris starts work at 4:00 A.M., or leaves, so he can get in a full day's work, so he can share the parenting and be involved with "Y" on a daily basis, more, and also allow, Kat, his wife, to keep her hands in work a bit, so, they trade off, and when Chris gets home, Kat leaves, for a few hours, working part time, which I think is great.  But, as a consequence of that, I am sure that Chris's nerves are fried, and he is tired, about the time, he is on full duty, with cutie girl, "Y."  So, yesterday, Chris took her to the duck pond, just across the parking lot, from his townhouse, for an afternoon chasing ducks, throwing stuff in the pond, and playing in the sand and playing on the playground, as an easy, afternoon of entertainment, before, daddy and daughter, take a nap before mom gets home, so they can all share family time, until late, in the evening, doing it all again the very next day.  "Y" is generally a very vivacious, fun, chatty, little two year old, going on three in July, but yesterday, while at the park, this other toddler, decided to throw a fit, and started, having a temper tantrum, which, is rare for "Y."  Chris said, he was not sure what happened, but, it was as if, "Y" caught this temper tantrum, like an air borne virus or something, because he could not explain her behavior, and he was disgusted by it, but, she just started joining in with the other screaming kid and there was nothing he could do to get her calmed down!  LOL!  Welcome to parenthood, and just wait until they start picking up teenager behavior from their friends!

My little cowgirl grand-daughter, cutie girl, is one smart little cookie, she speaks two languages, English and Bulgarian, and she is talking at a rate, faster than the average kid, even though she is bi-lingual, like her two cousins, Nicole's kids, who may speak more, but, she knows when she can get away with a temper tantrum and when she can't . . . the last one, she threw was in the grocery store, and now at the park, when it makes it hard for daddy and mommy to discipline her now days.  After the last episode at the magazine, which is the Bulgarian term for the grocery store, I told Chris, you need to do what, a mother of 13 kids, told me when Greta was a baby, 40 years ago, or when she turned, about two, hitting the terrible two's and they don't call them that for nothing!  Nicole got her first spat on her bottom, telling me no, on her two year birthday!  But, this wise woman, mother of the year, with 13 kids, just physically having them, would have done me in, I am not of pioneer stock, like my mom who had 8 of us, 4 was plenty, but she said, as each one of her kids, nears their two's, she throws, just a small, like 1/8th of an inch of ice cold water in their cute faces, sound inhuman, but it works, ask Greta, the only one I ever tried it on, or needed to . . . the other three never saw anyone throw a tantrum, so, I didn't need to try it again.  Greta, like, "Y" saw a friend's kid, throw tantrums all through a store and out onto the street, until his mother, finally gave in and bought him the gum he wanted.  She decided to pull this stunt at home, when I put her down for a nap, and daily, necessity with kids, and I made them all take naps, until, they were in their early tweens!  QUIET, SANITY TIME FOR MOM, or death to cuties!

It worked like a charm with Greta, and she never bucked her nap again, and never threw a tantrum.  Chris said, yeah, that nice mom, but you were at home, not the park with other parents, or in a store!  He had a point, people are so fast to call DSFC or CPS, that parents are afraid to discipline their children, which they are entitled to use corporal punishment, in most states, if not all, that is corrective discipline, including not sparing the rod, which spoils the child . . . Bible!  I do think, by the time daddy got, the tantrum girl, back home, she calmed down, and came up to him, while we were on the phone, kind of weakly sobbing, a bit, and asked for a drink.  Dad had calmed down a bit, by this time too!  LOL!  I love seeing Greta, the oldest, and big sister, who got to practise on her bros and sister, when they were growing up, because, she has finally given up trying to control her kids, every move, making them, into this or that, and she is relaxing and just enjoying the boys, watching the various stages, and Kael, still argues, but, she is starting to see, his keen mind, more than the challenge to parental authority!  But, she just laughs, and she comments, nice to see your parenting skills Chris, still in that stage, when, you are uptight and freaked out hat your first born child is not perfect, nor does who perfectly obey him, the control freak . . . you get the kids YOU need, their own kids will perfect them!  LOL!  

Greta and I joked, after we planned the picnic the easy way, and laughed at Chris, at how anal retentive, and neat freak, Navy Seal Dallas, her husband, used to be . . . he would not let Greta cook in their kitchen for the first three years of marriage, because he didn't want the kitchen a mess, before they had kids, then the kids, came slamming and jamming, 1,2,3, into the world, in a new kind of terrorist gang, taking out both parents, and both grandmas, the grandpas, just relaxed!  LOL.  12 years later, Dallas's office is a wreck, and the garage is a pig sty!  The six-pack, surfer dude, is now a dad bod, and relaxed--he smiles and says, now, I just have cute kids, Jo.  LOL!  Three boys, even broke a Navy SEAL!  I don't know where the dude that vacuumed three times a day, and did use a tooth brush around the toilet to clean, and the drawers that were clean enough to eat out of, went . . . to KID LAND!  LOL!  Dad is a slob now, and proud of it . . .  he survived, and Greta barely, he used to make her take all three boys in a bedroom, clean the house, like a tornado, and think, this time the kids, will keep it clean . . . think again dad, not for about 5 more years, barely!  LOL!  Kids are good for the soul, and the control freaks, CHRIS!  LOL!

Some Motherly Advice I Gave My Own Kids, Yesterday

• deal with your kids, in an unemotionally involved way, much like a child counselor or psychologist would, using rational reasoning, and thinking, calmly, dealing with the issue at hand, never worrying that the child's behavior is a reflection of you or on you as a parent, they are separate, distinct individuals, always put your kids, feelings, above, those of friends, family, neighbors and schools.  This is one of the best golden nuggets of advice, I learned and used, still use!
• don't sweat the small stuff, and everything is small stuff!
• don't get into power struggles with your children, especially teenagers, they can always WIN . . . suicide--I'll show you, and you are going to miss me!  They watch too many movies, and think they are going to wake up tomorrow!  I forgot to say this about the tattoos, I taught all my kids, not to tat their bodies up, because, they might regret it someday, or not get a job, and their bodies are the temples of their souls, and to me it was like putting, graffiti on the temple.  But, when Elliot showed up to a family party sporting his new, bright, tattoo, to my surprise, I took the time to find out, why he got one, and when he told me, that it was in honor of Blake, and a way to handle the pain--I read between the lines, I figured, for what he had gone through, that was far preferable to suicide, he is very, sensitive, as most musicians are!  I am going to listen to Pearl Jam, a band for those who don't know, with a few band members, living in Missoula, or Seattle, but, I was refreshing my mind, on their songs, the other day, and there was one, that touched me, and made me think of Elliot and this dealing with the death of his lead singer, of 7 years, at a time they were making it big, Nothing Is Like It Seems . . . this was referring to going home, as I recall, and I saw the emotion, the pain, the feelings behind the singer's words, and it made me think, while we think, we as parents, know our kids, their thought, their feelings, we DON'T, and too often, we discount, the pain, the issues, and the challenging times, but, just simply, LOVING THEM, letting them experiment, discover, challenge, decide who they are and want to be, separate and aside from us, is a wonderful, adventure . . . I say, little, because, while I was diagnosed to die with Pick's Disease, my children were left, much to themselves, to really have the freedom to be and do what they wanted . . . let me tell you, I COULD NOT BE MORE PROUD, seeing what they chose to make of their lives!  Let children go, and see them GROW!
• this next analogy, comes from Pastor Tom, of the Springs Church, in St. George, Utah, showing the stages, smart parents go through with their children:
• first we hold our children in our arms because they can't walk or crawl
• next we encourage them to sit up by themselves, start to move and crawl towards what they want
• next, mommy and daddy, stand a few feet apart, and start to teach their toddler how to walk, holding their hands, encouraging them to take steps, catching them when they start to fall, and helping them, until finally, they take that first step on their own, and start to walk without, holding a parent's hand
• we teach them to be safe, crossing a street, holding their hands, showing them how to look up and down the street, unless, you have child, like Elliot, very literally, looked up to the sky and then, down to the road, and then proceeded to cross the very low traffic street in front of our home . . . now, look this way and that way, son!  Finally, after that first time, he learned what he was looking at and what he was protecting against, a car!  I even entertained the idea of running over a watermelon, telling him, that is what he would look like, if he got hit by the car!  
• Youngest children, are used to older siblings, making sure they are safe, so making the transition to just being safe themselves, seemed a bit more sketchy with him.
• Soon, you watch, as your child runs, rides a bike, goes to school, and you have to let go!
• Then, and this is critical, it is better to have a fence at the top of the hill, than an ambulance waiting at the bottom of the hill!
• give them good safe, guidelines to follow, principles and concepts, that make sense
• I found with my kids, at a pretty young age, they were able to reason, and I never said, just because, I said, so!  Give them the reasons, the facts, and the arguments, as to why you are doing what you are doing . . . they get it, and they are much more willing to go along if there is a good convincing reason!  Take the time, it is worth it, and kids are smart, much smarter these days, they even know how to check your facts!
• Greta, said, she always tells her boys, now, 9, 10, and 12 years old, to trust that, gut feeling, to either do this, or not do this, because, every time you ignore that inner voice, you will later find out why, you had that feeling.  Pulse it teaches kids to trust their own instincts!
• when you let kids go, after teaching and training them the best you can, you are saying to them, I trust you will make wise decisions, I believe in you, and I think you are a capable person!
• a soft answer, turneth away wrath . . . in all your getting of knowledge, get wisdom, that is applied knowledge!  There are tons of parenting suggestions, in the Bible, tons!  If you get a dictionary or a glossary, or index in you Bibles, you can just read the scriptures on children, good stuff, and homework on the most IMPORTANT JOB YOU WILL EVER HAVE!

LOVE IS KEY, ALWAYS . . . WHATEVER YOU DO AS A PARENT, DO SO IN LOVE!

P.S., yesterday, I saw this episode of POWER, PRESTIGE and JUSTICE, and at the end of the show, where a kid, paid some friends, to brutally kill his parents, who had loved him, spoiled him, tried to teach him to work, on their 600 acre farm, the key to their success, Dominic Dunne, made a very telling statement about kids, and some, just come, almost bad seed, no matter what the good parents do, but he said:

Whether a Kid Comes From a Penthouse or a Farmhouse, a BRAT, is a BRAT!

Train you children up in the ways they should walk, and they will not depart from it, or in most cases . . .

GEEKS & FREAKS! SHASTA TWIST. PUT SOME SPRING IN IT! PURE ZERO (4 ME) . . . CRITELLI--DARIGOLD (D.A.R.E. I OR MY GOLD--REMEMBER THE D.A.R.E. SCHOOL DRUG PROGRAM I KILLED ALONG WITH ASSET FORFEITURE, 1997, YEAH THE ONE THE DEA BOYS AND GIRLS WANT ME TO PAY FOR--HELL, THEY WERE THE ONES VIOLATING YOUR RIGHTS AND THEIR OATHS TO THE U.S. CONSTITUTION, I WAS PROTECTING, PRESERVING AND DEFENDING, AGAINST THEM! I DON'T OWE THEM A GOD DAMNED PENNY, THEY OWE ME BILLIONS!!!!!). MILLER LIGHT--GRANT CREEK--MONEY LAUNDERING SCHEMES TO HIDE STOLEN MONEY, ALONG WITH OFF SHORE BANKING! MONSTER ENERGY DRINK! BIG DIPPER . . . IT'S TIME FOR A LITTLE HAPPINESS! BRUTE FORCE; LYNCH INSULATION. WARRANT TO KILL RECALLED! FAMOUS FOOTWEAR! MORNING OF THE REDHEADS ON BUS #11--TALKING PAINFUL SUNBURNS, EVEN WHEN YOU ARE BLACK!: (1) BLACK BUS DRIVER IN TRAINING, WIFE IS RED-HEAD--OH, I'M SORRY HONEY! COMMENTS AFTER BEING SEVERLY BURNED HIMSELF, HE THOUGHT BLACK SKIN WAS SUN SCREEN! LOL! (2) BUS TRAINER, HAS A RED-HEADED DAUGHTER, AND A DARK SKINNED, DARK HAIRED DAUGHTER . . . ON GETS BURNED, THE OTHER ONE GETS TAN! (3) I JOINED IN THE CONVERSATION WITH MY RED-HEAD SON, ELLIOT . . . HE WENT WITH A BOY SCOUT GROUP, DOWN TO MOAB, UTAH, TO DO "SLICK ROCK" ON BICYCLES, HE WAS OUT IN THE SUN THE WHOLE DAY, NO SUN SCREEN, NO SCOUT LEADER THOUGHT TO PUT SUN BLOCK ON THIS 13 YEAR OLD KID, AND HE GOT SO SUN BURNED HE PASSED OUT WITH SUN STROKE! I NEVER CARED AFTER THAT TO EVER PUSH HIM TO GO WITH THE SCOUTS AGAIN! LOL! PLUS, I WAS AFRAID THAT MY SONS MIGHT GET MOLESTED! NO DUTY TO GOD AWARDS, SILVER BEAVERS, LIKE GRANDPA SECRIST IN THIS SECRIST FAMILY! LOL! PLUS, I DO BELIEVE, THAT IF A SON ACHIEVES HIS "DUTY TO GOD" AWARD, IT IS GENERALLY HIS MOTHER WHO DOES ALL THE WORK! LOL! I GUESS I WAS A LAZY MOM IN THAT RESPECT! OH, I HAD TO RE-POST MY BLOG, SEVERAL TIMES YESTERDAY, SEEING SIGNS THAT INDICATED, THAT THE LOSER BLOG TROLLS WERE AT IT AGAIN, STEALING THE BIGGIES, GOING INTO MY BLOG AND SURE ENOUGH, "REQUESTED CITE IS BLOCKED" WHEN I TRIED TO RE-POST AT THE BUS TERMINAL, AFTER POSTING AT THE BREAK CAFE', BLOCKED AGAIN ON THE BUS, WHICH, IS A SNEAKING WAY TO DITCH SURVEILLANCE, UNTIL THE NSA FIGURED OUT THAT, THERE IS SURVEILLANCE ON THE BUSES . . . GOT OFF FOR A SALAD, AT GOOD FOOD STORE, USED EBT CARD FOR PROOF, "REQUESTED CITE IS BLOCKED" BUT, NOW I HAD TIME TO FIGURE OUT HOW TO TRIP UP THE 30,000 MORMON CYBER SPIES IN UTAH--MY BLOG IS SO FUCKING HUGE, THAT THEY DECIDED TO "DIVIDE AND CONQUER" BY MAKING TONS OF VERSIONS, AND DISTRIBUTING MY BLOG HITS ON FUCKING EVER CITE ON THE INTERNET, OTHER THAN SMALL LOCAL SHOPS, BUT EVEN SOME OF THEM CARRY ME, WITH 7 HITS, BUT "ITS" AND "GALA" TWO .COM CITES I GOT OFF ADVERTISEMENTS ON MY COMPUTER, HAD 1 MILLION TO 3 MILLION, HITS JUST ON THOSE CITES, IN 87 SECONDS, JUST DOING THE MATH ON JUST THOSE, IS FUCKING HUGE X HUNDREDS IF NOT THOUSANDS OF CITES, WITH JUST AS LARGE NUMBER OF HITS, X HOW MANY IN AN HOUR, X 24 HOURS IN A DAY . . . THESE ARE JUST SNAP SHOTS, OF A FEW SECONDS IN A DAY, ON GOOGLE, BUT I AM ON EVERY SEARCH ENGINE! WE ARE TALKING BILLIONS! I THINK, THE MOB, POTHEADS, THE COPS, ONE IN THE SAME, FROM MY EXPERIENCE, THE DARIGOLD BOYS, WHO HAVE ACCESS, ACCESS, ACCESS TO MY BLOG THROUGH THE MORMON NSA OR OTHER GOVERNMENT ABC SOUP AGENCIES, BLOCK IT SO THEY CAN GET FUCKING EVERY DIME, ESPECIALLY ON THE HIGH INFORMATION BLOGS, LIKE YESTERDAY AND THE DAY BEFORE! VERY INFORMATIVE DREAM LAST NIGHT . . . THREE PART SERIES, CONNECTED TO THE INTERPRETATION OF THIS DREAM . . . IGNORE THEM TO YOUR DETRIMENT! HERE GOES.

POWER, PRIVILEGE and JUSTICE!

Biloxi, Mississippi . . . Murder of a State Circuit Court Judge and His Wife, a City Council Member!  Who Done It Will Shock You, But Not Me!

Before, I go into the dream I had last night, that, helped me to see just how far back, the conspiracy, scheme, and organized patterns of criminal activity go back, dealing with me and my kids, which was revealed to me in a dream last night, I wanted to show, you a smaller version of this, type of criminal enterprise and how, the lines between law enforcement, government, as in the mayor of Biloxi, a criminal element, and the Dixie Mafia, a loosely, connected group of men and women, who were called together, in the old South, when something needed to be handled, if you know what I mean!  This episode of Power, Privilege, and Justice, with commentator, Dominic Dunne, who deals and reports, mainly on the murder cases, of the rich and famous, and really makes the stories, I have heard on other true crime shows, a bit more interesting, maybe, because, he pulls in the aspects, of wealth, privilege, position, money, and how that comes to play, in these murders of the rich and famous, as I should be . . . and one of the reason, for the sister and attorney club of boys and girls, stealing, not only my degrees, credentials, you know the drill, is exactly because of the power, privilege, that comes with being a lawyer, successful one at that, added to being a professor, another, cherry position, and having accomplished much, to the point, that you will listen to a person like me, given my vast background, previous jobs, manuals, accolades and honors, which is exactly why this super mob, globbed on to me and my children, like leaches, in an old medical experiment, back in the early days of scientific experimentation, when doctors, would put leaches from the pond, on the subjects body, to bring everything from disease to blood of the patient to the surface of the skin!  IT IS ALL ABOUT MONEY, POWER, PRIVILEGE, PRESTIGE, PRIDE, but rarely about JUSTICE!

Cops Originally Thought Murders Were Connected To Careers of the High Powered Couple . . . Not So!

This judge and his wife, lived in one of the most expensive communities, in the South, if not in the United States, referred to as the Playground of the South, but as Biloxi grew, a more seedy element of strip clubs, shady customers, drugs, prostitution, etc., started to creep into Biloxi more and more.  The wife of the judge, was, no body's fool, no body pushed her around, and as a city council member, she was bound and determined to clean up the smut, and take care of business, making Biloxi safe for the citizens again, even if that meant going after her husband's own clients, in the criminal law practise, he and a man, named, Halat, a home grown, golden boy, of Biloxi, with a prominent family name, and privilege and power, in their own right.  The wife was a social light, but no light weight, and she was considering a run for mayor, and that worried many people, and might even cut into her husband's very successful law practise, before, he was appointed or hired as a judge--not sure how Biloxi gets their judges.  Some wondered, if there might be a connection with one of the judge's former clients, or the patronage of the sleaze community, and business owners, worried about the wife, running for mayor.  The judge was shot in the front room area, and the wife, was way back in the bedroom, behind a bed . . . they both had a significant amount of money in their wallets, and their credit cards, were still all there, and nothing, of value missing from the home; therefore, it appeared to be a professional hit of some type.

FUNERAL EULOGY  FOR THE JUDGE, TURNS INTO AN ANNOUNCEMENT THAT HIS FORMER LAW PARTNER IS RUNNING FOR MAYOR

Tons of people show up, out of respect, friendship, members of the same social circles, and even curious spectators, come to the double funeral, of this high socioeconomic couple, well loved and admired in the community and city.  So the former law partner, gets up spontaneously and starts, giving a speech at the funeral, starting with a rousing and thoughtful eulogy, but as the speech progresses, the eulogy, morphs into an announcement and campaign speech, shocking everyone, seeing it highly inappropriate, seeing that, this is a funeral, and his speech was totally out of line, but, just in respect, for the judge's wife, who was considering a run as mayor, made people even more furious.  But the local, good looking, golden boy, attorney, from an affluent family name, was, soon forgiven and won his race for mayor.  However, soon after, he won the election, he started packing the city positions, offices, and police departments with cronies and friends, making people a bit suspicious, with the murder still not solved.  But as time wore on, the case, went cold, with all leads, meeting a dead end, with not hot leads, and nothing to go on, the case, was at a stand-still.

Thank God for children and money, a daughter of the judge and his wife, was not going to let justice go wanting, for her parents' murders, and this daughter, hired a private investigator, who eventually, tracked, the possible hit, looking at some of the key players, in the Dixie Mafia, learning that when things needed to get done, these loose and reckless band of sleazy club owners, and strip joint patrons, were the go to men, so this guy, got the names of several of the wise guys, and started poking around, looking under things, finding connections, and before he knew it, some guy named Fabion, a long time punk, in prison, for something comes forward and rats out, this love connection, money making scam, with prison inmates, hooking up with lonely hearts outside the prison, and bilking women, for $50,000 to $100,000 in checks, with the possibility of there being somewhere up to a million dollars collected, allegedly going for legal fees, or smokes on the books, this and that, with money being connected back to the former judge's law practice and partner, now Mayor Halat and his alleged, legal assistant, the girl friend of Mr. Fabian!  The guy, rats out several of the wise guys, he believes to have participated in this conspiracy to kill the judge and his wife.

THE SUSPICIOUS PARALEGAL WITH ALL ACCESS AND RIGHTS TO THE PRISON, UNDER THE MAYOR AND ATTORNEY HALAT, THE SWITCH OF THE LOCKBOXES AT THE BANK . . . SOMEONE IS RESPONSIBLE FOR STEALING THE "LOVE SCANDAL" PROFITS!

Originally, cops, arrested, a few of the wise guys, who they knew were involved, not only in the murder of the judge and his wife, but, who were connected to the ponzi love scheme, within the prison!  Cops, knew they were going in the right direction, but, as in all cases, they didn't feel they had the prime mover, behind the murders, or the big fish, that was appearing, more and more, to be the attorney, city mayor, who, got on his powerful soap box and denounced any connection with the shady Dixie Mafia, nor the murders. Everyone, but Mayor Halat, was arrested, from the alleged hit men, to the law firms paralegal, as the girlfriend of the informant, and big questions started to arise, on how in the hell, did this chick, connected to the mob, get certified as a paralegal . . . in my case, certified and licensed as attorneys?  This woman, had been a former, like prostitute and stripper, so, how in the hell, did she become a paralegal?  She had literally made hundreds of calls, the month of the murders, she had numerous trips to and from the prison, and had sent a ton of mail and correspondence, from the law firm, to the prison inmates, involving the love scam, with a lot of people, sympathetic to injustice, or just wanting to help, or digging the bad boys, women marry, guys like Charlie Manson, all the time, John Wayne Gacy, was getting like 400 letters a month from women all over the country!  So, this was a viable scheme to make money, and the money was often dropped off at the law firm, with the paralegal doing most of the correspondence, leg work and collection.

Eventually, some of the wise guys, looking a facing life in prison, started to talk and make deals with the cops and prosecutors, and by this time the FBI and U.S. Attorneys, were brought in on the case, because, it is not everyday, that you have a state circuit court judge and his city council woman wife, murdered.  Almost every lead, started, more or less, going straight back to the Mayor, but nothing seemed to stick, and he used his charm, good looks, legal skills, and citizen loyalty to protect himself, being the only one, not arrested, in the money making scam.  The lock box in the bank, switched, with the judge's lock box, with both boxes having very similar numbers, easily confused . . . ah, my Walmart Money Card, 8699 to 8599, ring any bells?, so eventually, the boys inside prison were pissed, and they wanted their money, some getting out, and others, just wanting money on their books in prison, for commissary, smokes and whatever, and they were going to get someone for stealing their money.  The sly attorney, simply, switched the lock boxes where the money was allegedly being stored for safe keeping and to go undetected, and when the pressure started to mount, on Mayor Halat, prior to the murders, he told them, that, his law partner, now the judge, had the money in his lock box, with almost an identical numbers, just one number off!  Someone had to pay for the missing money, and that, appeared to be the judge and his wife . . . thugs satisfied, they got the thefts, end of story, for a while.  

Mayor Halat, didn't have too much trouble, handling the prostitutes, hit men, drug dealers, sleaze club owners, who testified against him, but he did have trouble with, the very credible, former young law partner, who went with Halat, the day, someone asked him to go check on the judge, who had failed to report to the court, the morning of the murders . . . Halat told the young lawyer, who had just passed the bar, and was working with the two partners, in the wildly successful criminal law practice, at about the time the one was made a judge, and the other partner went to check on his whereabouts, to stand at the door of the judge's home, while he checked . . . he yelled that both, the judge and his wife were dead, without, going through the house, lang and far enough, for someone who was unaware of the deaths and where the bodies were, to have reported so quickly, that both were dead!  This was damning testimony, and only someone involved in the planning or was told about the where the bodies were, would know, with this certainty that both of the high powered couple were dead!  Halat fought, all the way to the United States Supreme Court, and lost his request for a new trial!  The Mayor and the Murderers went to prison!  Here is a hint, on my case, the FBI and the U.S. Attorney, said they didn't need to show that there was a direct connection, between, Halat and the murders of the judge and his wife, all they needed to prove, was there a conspiracy to commit murder, which they could do!

Generally, Civil Rights Cases, Filed Against State Officials Acting Under Color of Law, is a Title 42, Section 1983 Civil Rights Case; However, My Case, Involves a Conspiracy of Local, State, Federal Officials, Acting Under Color of Law, In Addition To Another Dixie Mafia, Involving Clients, Church Members, the Mormon Church, Etc., In Addition to Hate Crimes!

There were so many elements, people, agencies, entities, both private and public, players, in the conspiracy against me, that it would be hard to directly connect, one person, to a death threat, a poisoning, a blown up car, poisoning, or a hit, so, all the parties, can be connected, through, RICO, and this other civil rights statute, and I can't remember the section, involving, a conspiracy, not only to commit murder, but ti steal identity, to certify and license non-attorneys as attorneys, theft of music, cases, water compacts, blog, and tons of intellectual property, not only for me, but stolen from my children . . . I believe, this dream, is so telling and gives an indication, on just how far back, this CONSPIRACY starts, going back, to 1986, the year I graduated from Weber State University, in transition, from a college to university, with the same College President Nadal, at Weber when I graduated, and again, President of Dixie State College, moving to university status, at the time, someone was going to Dixie College, under MY NAME, MY SOCIAL, AND MY BIRTH DATE!

IN ANY CRIMINAL CASE, IT IS IMPERATIVE FOR INVESTIGATORS, TO LOOK AT THE "TOTALITY OF THE CIRCUMSTANCES"

• female attorney, general counsel, Utah Medical Association, Professor of Family Law, U of U, owner of anger management company, getting $500 for a minimum of a two hour presentation, and writing programs for Quicknowledge, on guardianship/conservatorships for the elderly, based on my position and reputation, as staff attorney, for the Utah Division of Aging and being a former, Assistant Attorney General, along with other career, qualifying credentials.
• I had killed cop and prosecutors' legislation, on asset forfeiture, killed the criminal defense bar's legislation, killed the physicians legislation, and passed other legislation . . . IN other words, I was DEADLY, up at the Utah Legislature, and had some success at the Montana Legislature, back in 2013 when I first got to Montana . . . this will be key, to one of the parts of the DREAM!
• due to being POISONED, because I didn't DIE, from Pick's Disease, after taking out, 9 federal agents, investigators and attorneys, pushing the FBI around, making them follow the Constitution . . . I missed, almost 9 fucking years, these LYING THIEVES, had their way with my name, my resume, my career, and my work, may manuals, etc.
• I was planning on running for office, didn't really want to be Utah Attorney General, but both Republican candidates, Shurtleff and Myler, knew that had I wanted to run, I WOULD HAVE WON!  They both approached me, and when I said, I wasn't going to run, they both, wanted me to be their campaign managers!  This was AFTER, I GOT POISONED . . . before, I got poisoned, or was told I would die, I was being courted by the Republican Party, about the only party in Utah, but, I was dragging my heels, since, I felt I had already, run the fucking AG's Office because, Jan Graham, was an absentee AG, and I was speaking for her, driving her, running, her pet programs, and she was, as seems to be the story of my life, taking credit for my Domestic Violence 101 Manual, even before it hit the press, while I was still with the Utah Prosecution Council!  I bought a house in St. George, as an investment and also to set up residency, in St. George, hearing that Utah, was going to have a 4th Congressional seat . . . I was 16 years too early on that one!  
• I believe, I was poisoned, because, the cops, prosecutors, knew, that, like the murdered, city council woman in Biloxi, I was hard core, no push over, nobody's fool, and nobody was going to push me around . . . and I had pushed the cops and prosecutors, now the FBI around! so they hand selected, Mark Shurtleff and supported him, just simply taking me out of the political equation!  Their cocks are not big enough to deal with me being the #1 law enforcement officer in the state of Utah!  Plain and simple!
• At the same time, both sons, Chris was much more quiet and secretive about his electronic music, and I really didn't know about his rap and pop, keyboard, computer, and turn table music, really, until I started practicing law again, going back and forth, between St. George and Salt Lake City, Utah, many times, and one time, Chris, shared his music with me, and I was shocked how good it was, much like Elliot's, God's Revolver . . . Little Black Horse CD, Hard Rock Band of 2008!  You have to remember, I was told that I would die, by, 2002, with no chance of ever working again, no cure, basically giving me a death sentence . . . I believe, this was to get to my sons music, which was just starting to take off.  Elliot got his first red guitar, at about exactly the same time I started at the Utah Attorney Generals Office, so, somewhere in 1994 or 1995 . . . both of us have put, about the same amount of time, into honing in our skills and talents, him in music and me in law!  Only to have others, get the POWER AND PRESTIGE, for our efforts!
• since reactivating my law license: (1) $700 million worth of cases against the government; (2) hot criminal cases, including attempted murder, and murder, winning both, one looking at 45 years in prison, got 3 years probation, until he was murdered, and Frank of Interpol, took his identity, setting up the situation, for Shelley to steal mine!, the other one, I fought against the Utah Attorney Generals Office, Litigation Criminal Division, and won, my clients, who was falsely accused of killing his wife, set up by the sheriffs and the cops, getting him a new trail, and got him into the witness protection program, convincing prison officials, that this kids, was a genius when it came to prison gangs, where to place prisoners, and who to never put them with . . . along with other good cases; (3) I was helping Shelley, in her mortgage modification, and foreclosure cases, doing the court appearances . . . this is where, Shelley hooked up with AG Mark Shurtleff again, who was a named defendant in MY, $357 million securities case, also involved, at the #1 cop, and prosecutor in the state, on my $56.7 million . . . Mark reminds me so much of Mayor Halat, in the middle of everything, but, the Boy Scout, Navy Man, and "Duty to God" Attorney General, in Utah, was Slick Willy, and by the time, I came back on the scene, he had been attorney general for gosh, this was in late, 2009, early 2010, I thought, there was a two year, term limit, but, there must not have been, because, Shurtleff got in, in 2000, but he was thick in the middle of everything from taking my house, to I believe, letting the cops, sabotage my truck, cutting O rings, fucking my engine, and my transmission, one time, when I was going to Salt Lake, with a auto repair guy, driving a cop car, the morning, my truck, almost exploded, for lack of OIL, on my drive to federal court in Salt Lake City, in 2011!  I believe on one of Shelley's mortgage cases! so she would have known, I was going, so would Frank, aka, Allan, whom I stopped into visit on my way to the U.S. federal court in Salt Lake . . . someone told me at the Chevron gas station in Panguitch on the way to Salt Lake, that my oil was leaking the blackest oil he had ever seen . . . I told him, that was impossible, because, I had the oil changed the day before, so it should have been clean . . . by the time I hit, Meadow, I noticed my oil gauge, going fucking nuts, jumping and slamming back and forth, up and down, and luckily God, sent by a truck, that said, Priority Express . . . like get the fuck off the freeway, I was bound and determined not to miss court, never did, never got a continuance, except when, there was something missing from the case, or something didn't get to court on time?  I pulled off the freeway, pissed and bothered, but, went against all nature, and didn't do my hit and run, to court, and got some guy to check my truck's oil . . . he looked very puzzled, and said, you don't have one drop of oil in this truck, you better stay in town tonight . . . no, I have to get to court in Salt Lake!  He sent me across the street to a full auto repair shop, and had the guy look at my truck . . . he looked at me and said, someone really wanted to take you out, not only did they put incindary devices on your oil filter, to explode them, they sabotaged your engine and they wanted make damned sure, by taking out your transmission!  I told the dude to put, oil in my truck, it took 6 quarts, and I drove to Salt Lake, barely, coasting into the federal court, no actually, I believe, I went into the Matheson Courthouse on state street, and the truck died, right where I parked it, starting after court, long enough to get me out to 84th South, to a car and truck dealership, to a friend of my client, who would give me a deal . . . I ended up having to get an entire NEW ENGINE, new transmission, basically, the sabotage gutted my Ford Ranger, and it took me a fucking month to get it all fixed, I then represented the dude who bartered with me, exchanged, his work for mine, plus the cost of the engine, $5,000 worth of free legal services . . . the cops went after this guy, like a vengeance for fixing my truck, getting me back in working order!  I believe that took place, in about October, because I had three cases up on appeal, and had to get an extension on the Brock case, going to the United States Supreme Court, because, I had no TRANSPORTATION!  A common theme in this conspiracy to commit MURDER!

THE PERFECT STORM!  PRESIDENTIAL ELECTIONS OF 2012!

I had money, prestige, power, privilege, connections, a son with a hot CD deal with Sony, I was pushing the court, cops and prosecutors around, and not one dime, was going to the Mormon Church, to tithing, to BYU, to Mitt Romney, not to Republicans, and I was going to set up a Constitutional law firm so hot, that it would be the next branch of the government, playing watch dog for the whole fucking country!  Just too much as stake to resist!  Taking us up to now, so the dream is in context, another presidential election, tons of prestige, from this blog, power, voice, about 5 million a day in profits, from the blog, son has another CD and band out, The Ditch and the Delta . . . could the MOB ask for anything more?  FUCK NO!

THE DREAM I HAD LAST NIGHT!

DreamScape #1 . . . Just Hanging Out in an Old House

Nothing telling much in this part of the dream, just, with some people, I don't remember, nor do I exactly know where I was, but, I had just commented on the condition of the carpet, that I didn't like, and said, it needed to be replaced, and then, my mind, went back to about, 1980 something, in my older home in Ogden, Utah on Eccles Avenue, where Chris and Elliot were born, and we raised our children, for about 8 years, while, Richard, or Zeke, worked as a city planner, and I finished my degree in English and communications, at Weber State College/University, where we had, orange/rust carpet, that is my symbol for smart, because, I believe, I raised my kids, who were already the most beautiful children, all four, that most people had ever seen, with me getting the comment all the time, and they were good, but, I focused on them being smart, taking them to observatories, learning centers, hiking, the duck pond at Weber College, or something I considered, educational or entertaining everyday, including, having a baby in my backpack, dragging not only my four children, but a few neighbors kids, with me, hiking up mountain streams, and even up to a glacier, sliding down on black plastic garbage bags, then taking the little band of children, home, for lunch and stories, and a nap, from 1:00 P.M. to 3:00 P.M., daily, because, mom was a runner, also cleaned banks, and attended college and needed her sleep, so husband, friends, and kids, knew better than to disturb me, during those two hours, or they would lose their heads!

During the dream, the brown carpet I said needed to be replaced, turned to orange or rust, which, is what we put in our Ogden home--the color of the new black, and the color of SMART!  You could call me kids, the GEEK SQUAD . . . all BRIGHT!  

DreamScape #2 . . . A Capitol Building Blocks Behind Our Ogden Home, Right About Where Polk Elementary School Was, A FIREWALL, Between the Capitol Building, and My Home, Me Calling For Greta, My Oldest, and a Hot Shot Fire and Wild Lands Fire Fighter, Down in Taos, New Mexico, on a Training for Her New Job With the BLM, Bureau of Land Management!

So, in the dream, I walk out, in my old front yard, and look behind the house, and there is this State Capitol Building, looming about a few blocks away, slightly up on the hill, across Harrison, but there was no highway, that I could see, just a location.  Between my house and the Capitol Building, was this huge fire, that, seemed to divide, like the city . . . going from left to right, and raging out of control, but, controlled, too.  The flames were brilliant and bright, not much smoke, just this amazing, long line of fire, with flames 10 to 20 feet in the air, but there were trees, foliage, houses, and nothing seemed to be on fire, other than the fire, and blocking us from the Capitol Building!  I yelled for Greta, who is an adult, looks just like she does now, at 40 years old, and she comes and joins me on the front lawn, looking at the fire.  I asked her what we should do about it, and that is where the dream sequence to this part ended.  

It is interesting, that Greta, was in the dream, not because, she was a hot shot firefighter and wild lands fighter, but, because, in her new job, while she was driving to Taos, New Mexico, Greta, called me while I was enjoying the warm weather, sitting on California Bridge, in Missoula, when she called, but as we talked, she all the sudden, said, Mom, you are not going to believe this, but, there is this massive fire, I am just driving up to, that looks, like some farmer, was doing a controlled burn with a permit, and the fire got out of control, and she said the flames were going about 30 feet in the air!  She stopped for a second, because it looked like a sheriff was approaching her BLM truck, she was thinking they were getting rid of all the sight seers, because the fire was approaching the houses, nearby . . . she had to get off, but she sent me a picture of the fire, the smoke and how dangerous it was.  I would put a picture, in the blog of the fire, the black smoke is going, hundreds of feet into the sky, and the fire is raging!

In this part of the dream, I was not sure which Capitol Building it was . . . it was not the National State Capitol Building in D.C., and it confused me, because, it did not look like the Utah State Capitol, where I had two offices, but, I was confused, because, I was standing outside, looking up on the hill, in Ogden, so the darker, dome, confused me, and at first I was wondering, if it was the Denver Capitol, and then, it dawned on me, that, it could be the MONTANA STATE CAPITOL!  I think the next segment of the dream, seemed to indicate that to me. The first place, I went, upon, arriving in Helena, Montana, early, March, in 2012, was the Montana State Capitol Building, straight to the Secretary of State, to get a copy of the state constitution, to see if I could abide by it, and compare it to the Utah Constitution . . . I was immediately attracted to the bright colors, the stained glass, the gold, the pink and green, the homey quilts hanging on the wall, in the Sec. of State's office, I loved the statues, the mounted horse rider, on the front of the Capitol Building, and the general layout of the grounds and buildings, surrounding the Capitol, reminding me, a lot of Washington, D.C., that I had been to, just getting sworn into the U.S. Supreme Court Bar, January 23, 2012, so just a short time in between . . . I loved the oversized steer head at the museum, and the horse rider, on rocky mountain, trail, on the side of the museum . . . but, I do think that is such a cool work of art, so Montana, and in a shitty place, that somebody, ought to move it into a place of more prominence, so tourists and visitors can see it better!

I got up, went to the restroom, and got back in bed, drifting off to sleep again . . . this was about, 4:30 A.M., and generally I get up, but, I didn't see the rush, and went back to sleep, for this third part of the connected dream.

Mirror Mirror, On the Wall . . . Who's the Fairest Of Them All?

Just like in the fairy tale, and I can't remember which one, my youngest, Elliot, is almost 33, so it has been a long time, but, remember, the wicked witch, standing in the ornate, gold mirror . . . this mirror, had a gold, ornate, square, frame, and I was standing in front of it, for just a brief time, if not just seconds, and all of the sudden, Shelley, my older sister, by 13 months, not an attorney, just stepped in front of me, in front of the mirror.  I am 5'7.5" and Shelley, is one of the taller three sisters, being somewhere between 3 to 4 inches taller than me.  But, this is so symbolic of just what happened to me, as I transitioned from Utah to Montana, I was so briefly, in the political eye, and so briefly, introduced, to the legal and legislative community, that it was easy, for Shelley to follow me, up to Montana, with the help, of the Utah mob, Mo's, FBI, CIA, etc., that this dream is so telling in and of itself!  In the dream, I literally, walked in front of the mirror, stood there for a second, when Shelley, just simply stepped right in front of me, and you could not longer see me, at all! I believe that is what happened.  The first time, I was in Montana, I just checked things out, and didn't meet anyone, and that is when, I saw the Montana campaign, in Salt Lake City, Utah, with ads on the freeways, wraps on the buses, and cars, almost hitting me in a restaurant, with Montana license plates . . . I literally went up to Montana, I believe, for the second time, maybe even the first, March 26, 2012, because I remember, laughing my ass off, at a Montana take, on Mitt Romney, with money, spilling all over him . . . little did I know, that first trip, that would be MY MONEY . . . I picked out a cute, yellow and white, house, I was going to buy, right behind the Montana Capitol Building, so I could Hobby Lobby, with my new found wealth from my win, in my $357 million securities suit, and I would get a small ranch, near Housser Lake, just outside of Helena, and breed bulls and sale them, to rodeos, and for breeding stock!  The Salina Bull Auction, the year before, really impressed me, and the fact that my father, always wanted a ranch, probably had something to do with it!

I returned to Utah, on March 28, 2012, and I opened my mail, and there was this, letter from U.S. Magistrate, Clarke Waddoups, stating that the case, I had won, the jurisdictional questions, 7 different ways, and also, the government was already in default, had up and terminated the case, even though, I saw, billboards, along the way to Washington, D.C., in Nebraska or Tennessee, that had financial planner, in a blue dress shirt and Levi's, relaxing on a couch, with no other words, except, indicating, that all was well, in the SEC world, and therefore, I knew, that, at some level, I GOT THE WIN, because the proof was on the billboard!  I knew the case had been settled without me at the 10th Circuit Level, which was completely CORRUPT, and my house had been stolen the day before, I was to do oral arguments in Denver, but NOBODY, seems to be able to connect the dots, of taking my million home, my law practice, my briefs, my computers, with the contracts with clients, for my $700 million cases!  That is too damned fucking hard, for the FBI, and the CIA, over financial crimes, because, THEY WERE THE ONES MEETING, WITH MY CLIENTS, AND CUTTING DEALS, LATER, WHEN I CONTINUED ON WITHOUT MY CLIENTS, telling them, I WOULD TAKE THAT FUCKING MITT, DOWN SINGLE HANDED, BECAUSE I KNEW, Brock was fronting a fund raising organization, in his Brock and Associates, LLC, with no clients, from May on!  THE DEAL THEN THE STEAL!

I later, learned, when doing some research on little Kay Baby, who I suspected, of being the attorney, who did the LODGE POLE, entry, as the substitute attorney, who just happened to have, the same name I did, only Joann Secrist, not JoAnn S. Secrist . . . REMEMBER the change in the bank box in Biloxi? the small numberical change in my Wells Fargo bank accounts, savings, checking and a secret account? the small change in my recent, Walmart Money Card, from 8699 to 8599, guess it was so close, I wasn't suppose to notice!  Well I did, and I saw this shit all the way along, but, of course with the a MORMON presidential candidate, and Mormon FBI and CIA, with all the cops, sheriffs, judges, in the whole fucking state of Utah, wanting the money, for Mitt and to take me out of my game AGAIN, as they did in 2002, so I would not be ATTORNEY GENERAL, over their sorry, insecure asses, I saw, later, that, on Kay's website, that, March 27, 2012, just one day after the judge TERMINATED, the Brock case, ILLEGALLY, with me already having the WIN, the trick of the feds, the judges, the government and Brock and Rice, failed, and I kicked the LIVING SHIT OUT OF THE JUDGE'S ARGUMENTS, that the case, should start over in a state court?  SERIOUSLY, I filed under U.S.C. Title 42, Section 1983, a FEDERAL STATUTE!  LAME ASS, STUPID ASS MAGISTRATE, NOW U.S. FEDERAL JUDGE?  FUCK . . . I GOT TENA CAMPBELL DISQUALIFIED ON THE WAY UP, SHOULD HAVE GOTTEN THIS FUCK, DISQUALIFIED FOR BEING DUMBER THAN SHE WAS!

I knew, that I was up against the Mormon Mafia, and that included the cops, the prosecutors, the judges, the AG's Office, the Governor, the Legislature, Mitt, my whole fucking ugly ass family, the Southwicks, my extended family, all of St. George, and Parowan, and the whole fucking FBI, CIA, DEA, etc., even back to the military and the whole god damned capitol city . . . Kay met, Mitt, in the UK . . . you got it, Me KAY, there for the showing of a BBC . . . . billionaires boys club, showing of, A MORMON PRESIDENT FOR THE WORLD!  

I SHOULD GET A FUCKING GOLD METAL, FOR KICKING THE SHIT OUT OF THESE FUCKING PROTECTED ASSHOLES, THE MORMON MOB, WHO HAD PLANS ON TAKING OVER THE GOD-DAMN WORLD . . . OR HOW DO YOU EXCUSE THIS SHIT?

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POWER AND PRESTIGE . . . I WANT JUSTICE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
The REAL JoAnn S. Secrist, J.D., probably blocked by a FIREWALL, way back to 1980's when, ME AND MY CHILDREN, came on the CIA radar screen . . . I went to an education seminar, one of my last days before graduating, the speaker, was Craig Campbell, who called me the second, I got home, he knew all my grades, congratulated me on my great kids, he knew where I ran, seemed to know every fucking thing about me!  I know he was a Green Berate, however you spell it, he had a Ph.D. was a marriage and family counselor and head of the Child and Family Studies Department, and Followed Me Down to Provo, Where Zeke or Richard Secrist Got a Planning Job, and I first, started a master's miner in ancient scripture study, then went to LAW SCHOOL . . . that hag ass bitch, Shelley, probably, put in the FBI posse, without any QUALIFICATIONS, BUT FOR MINE, IF SHE IS NOT, ME . . . JUST LIKE IN THE DREAM, THERE HAS BEEN A FIREWALL OF PROTECTION, BETWEEN ME AND MY LIFE, WITH SHELLEY, STEPPING IN FRONT OF ME, as easy as ABC, WITH MY HOUSES STOLEN, MY TRUCK TAKEN, MY CAR BLOWN UP WITH A PIPE BOMB!

BIG TIME CONSPIRACY TO COMMIT MURDER!  NOT HARD . . . CHECK WITH FUEL FITNESS, I SIGNED UP FOR A MONTH, IN APRIL, PROBABLY RIGHT AROUND APRIL 20, 2012, WHEN I ATTENDED A DAY TO COMMEMORATE THE 1972 NEW MONTANA CONSTITUTION, WHERE I MET MANY KEY POLITICAL PERSONS, LEAVING UTAH AND TONS OF MONEY IN THE DUST, STARTING OVER . . . THEY JUST FOLLOWED ME TO MONTANA, and SHELLEY did exactly what she did in the dream, when I was in the GOLD MIRROR, my history of SUCCESS MY WHOLE FUCKING LIFE, Shelley is a loser, with NOTHING, until she became ME! stepping in front of me, just like she used my Walmart money card, for 5 fucking month, with me paying for her, until, I noticed, after staying a week at Jorgensens Motel, and could not pay my bill, finding that Fuel Fitness had continued to take money off my card, eventhough, I told them, MY ADDRESS ON THE APP, WAS FOR UTAH, PAROWAN . . . the bitch, Shelley, trying to WEAVE MY LIFE, MY MONEY, MY NAME, MY WORK, MY WATER COMPACT, MY MEDICAL MARIJUANA, MY FEDERATION OF REPUBLICAN WOMEN TRAINING, HOOKING UP WITH SENATOR TESTER, WITH GOVERNOR BULLOCK, ANDY HUFF, STOPPING ME FROM SPEAKING AT AN ELECTION SEMINAR AT THE LAW SCHOOL, HELD IN THE UC or UB at the U of M . . . A, B, C, once I did something, I was briefly there, and the cops would run me out of town, at Shelley's quarterback instructions, chase, intimidate, DEA fucks, and said I died, outside of Missoula, in 2013, after that Election Law Symposium . . . I mentioned the Brock case, there was a Harvard Law Professor, I had been corresponding with about Working at Mack's Inn, Outside of Yellowstone, deal killed, when, the dude who hired me, told me a constitutional law professor from Harvard would be spending 6 weeks at Mack's Inn, and we would enjoy meeting . . . KILLED THE DEAL, NSA spies on my computer!

EXPERIENCE THE DIFFERENCE . . . SHELLEY IS A BORE WITH FUCKING NONE!  THE MO MAFIA, DIXIE MAFIA, JUST HAS ACCESS TO ALL THE BELLS AND WHISTLES TO MAKE HER LOOK LIKE ME, and the COPS ARE ALL HAPPY TO OBLIGE HER! 

DAMAGES. GUN GAMES. THE BEAST. FATAL TERRAIN. RED MIST. PEARL JAM, TOP HAT. APRIL 12, 2016. MISSOULA, MT., BACK UP DRUMMER FOR THE JAM, BONGO HOOKED ME UP! SMILE. RUSSIA, CHINA, IRAN, JOANN S. SECRIST, BIGGEST THREATS TO CYBER SECURITY! NSA WORRIED ABOUT ME? LOL! TRUMP & THE BILLIONAIRES BOYZ CLUB (BBC): (1) LOOK AND BEHAVE LIKE BILLIONAIRES; (2) APPEAR SUCCESSFUL, ACT SUPER SUCCESSFUL; (3) IDENTIFIABLE GROUP, CONNECTED TO WEALTHY FAMILIES; (4) HAD ALL THE ACCOUTREMENTS TO MAKE THEM LOOK SUCCESSFUL, BENTLEY'S, MERCEDES, ROLLS ROYCE; (5) PROFITS BECAME LESS IMPORTANT THAN PLEASURE, APPEARING SUCCESSFUL, MORE IMPORTANT THAT BEING SUCCESSFUL; (6) LIKE BOYS PUTTING ON DADDY'S BUSINESS SUIT, GOING TO THE OFFICE TO PLAY WORK, IN A POSH BEVERLY HILLS OFFICE; (7) THE MONEY THEY WERE USING WAS REAL MONEY, INVESTORS IN COMMODITIES, PLAYING FAST, RECKLESS, AND LOOSE WITH OTHER PEOPLE'S MONEY . . . EVEN RICH PEOPLE WITH A LOT OF MONEY, GET PISSED WHEN THEY LOSE MONEY; (7) PEOPLE WHO BELIEVED IN THE BBC, JOE HUNT, THEY WERE HANDING THE BEVERLY HILLS BILLIONAIRES CLUB A SHIT LOAD OF MONEY . . . BUT THE BBC BELIEVED THE SECRET OF SUCCESS WAS IMAGE; (8) THIS LED TO A TRAIL OF FAILED AND FRAUDULENT SCHEMES, BUT WHEN I CON YOU, YOU LEARNED A VALUABLE LESSON; (9) EXCEPTIONALLY BRIGHT, BEAUTIFUL, BRILLIANT SCHEMES TO BILK PEOPLE OUT OF THEIR MONEY, DID NOT IMPRESS THE FBI AND UNITED STATES ATTORNEYS; (10) FRAUD GENERALLY CONNECTED WITH MURDER . . . TRACE THE FRAUD AND SOLVE THE MURDERS! (11) LEADER OF THE BBC, SPENDING LIFE IN PRISON, BARELY ESCAPING A DEATH SENTENCE FOR THE TWO MURDERS, CONNECTED WITH KEEPING THE "IMAGE OF SUCCESS" GOING! (12) SAME PLACE THE MORMON BILLIONAIRES CLUB SHOULD END UP, STEALING MY MONEY, HIDING IN OFF SHORE ACCOUNTS, TAX FREE, REMEMBER AL CAPONE? GET FUCKING REAL! CALIFORNIA, THE FIRST STATE TO RAISE MINIMUM WAGE TO $15.00 PER HOUR, FORTY PERCENT OF FAST FOOD WORKERS ARE SUPPORTING FAMILIES, CONTRARY TO POPULAR BELIEF, THAT THESE ARE JUST TEENAGERS WORKING SUMMER JOBS! HONEST WAGES FOR AN HONEST DAYS WORK . . . WE SHOULD REWARD, HARD WORKERS, TAX PAYERS, WHO ARE THE BACKBONE OF OUR NATION AND SOCIETY, MANY RAISING KIDS! GOOD ON YOU, CALIFORNIA! ICELAND KNOWS HOW TO TAKE IT TO THEIR TAX EVADERS, HIDING ASSETS IN TAX HAVENS, LIKE IN THE VIRGIN ISLANDS . . . LARGEST PROTEST OF THE PEOPLE, OUTSIDE PARLIAMENT, OUSTING PRIME MINISTER, FINDING OFF SHORE BANK ACCOUNTS, WHEN WORLD BANKING NIGHTMARES, AFFECTED ALL OF US, COLLAPSING THE WORLD'S ECONOMY BACK IN 2008, THIS IS RESIDUAL AND WHERE THE MONEY WENT! . . . ICELANDERS NOT TAKING IT . . . AMERICAN BANKERS, PROFITEERS OF THE BANKRUPTING OF AMERICA, HIDING ASSETS, CORRUPTION, IN OFF SHORE ACCOUNTS, OVERSEES . . . MY CLIENT, BROCK, PLAINTIFF IN MY $357 MILLION SECURITIES CASE, ASKED ME, IF IT WAS OKAY TO PUT HIS MONEY IN OFF SHORE ACCOUNTS--SURE, IF YOU PAY TAXES FIRST--HE LIKED MOB SISTER'S, SHELLEY, AKA, JOANN (REPORTING FROM THE BREAK CAFE' MISSOULA, MT., 9:02 A.M., ANSWER BETTER, TOOK HER, CRIMINAL ADVICE, AS A NON-ATTORNEY, WITH NO RESPONSIBILITY OR ETHICS OF PROFESSIONAL RESPONSIBILITY, TO GIVE PROPER LEGAL ADVICE! GOOD LUCK . . . POOR REPUBLICANS, A CHOICE BETWEEN TRUMP AND CRUZ--STANDS ON ABORTION, YUCK: (1) TRUMP THINKS WOMEN OUGHT TO BE PUNISHED CRIMINALLY FOR GETTING AN ABORTION, SOMETHING . . . LIKE TRUMP HAS ANY POWER, EVEN AS PRESIDENT TO CHANGE THE ABORTION LAWS, CLOWN! LEGISLATIVE BODIES ARE THE LAW MAKERS, THE JUDICIARY, IF WE EVER GET A FULL BODY OF JUSTICES AGAIN ON THE UNITED STATES SUPREME COURT, SO WE DON'T HAVE TO DEAL WITH DEFAULT DECISIONS, HAVE SPOKEN, WAY BACK IN 1973, IN "ROE VS. WADE," AND REAFFIRMED, IN 1992, ALMOST 20 YEARS LATER, IN "CASEY VS. PLANNED PARENTHOOD" . . . AND UNLIKE THE ARTICLE, CRITICIZING TRUMP'S STATEMENT, PROTECTING WOMEN FROM CRIMINAL CHARGES, THEN TURNING AROUND AND GOING AFTER ABORTIONISTS, OR THOSE WHO PERFORM, LEGAL ABORTIONS, AND PAINTING THEM AS THE "REAL CRIMINALS?" ABORTIONS AT CERTAIN TIMES IN THE 9 MONTH TERM OF PREGNANCY IS A "LEGAL RIGHT" NOT ONLY FOR THE WOMAN, BUT FOR THE DOCTOR WHO PROVIDES HER WITH SAFE, ABORTION SERVICES, LIKE IT OR NOT! THE ARTICLE, INFLAMMATORY, IN AND OF THE LIE, STATING THAT ROE VS. WADE SAID THAT, A WOMAN CAN GET AN ABORTION, ON DEMAND, ANYTIME DURING HER WHOLE PREGNANCY! PURE BULL SHIT! THE WRITER OF THE ARTICLE, WAS CLARK FORSYTHE--I THINK CLARK WAS THERE WHEN I WAS THERE--THE CATHOLIC YOUNG MAN, WHO WOULD NOT KISS A GIRL UNTIL HE MARRIED HER?, QUOTING PAUL LINTON, WHOM WAS AT AUL, WHEN I WAS THERE, I DID RESEARCH FOR PAUL, ON AN AMICUS BRIEF OR FRIEND OF THE COURT BRIEF, WE GOT IN A HUGE ASS ARGUMENT, BECAUSE MY RESEARCH ALL SUMMER, COULD NOT PRODUCE ANY LEGAL OR MEDICAL PROOF THAT, LIFE BEGINS AT CONCEPTION--SOME ATTORNEYS NEED SUPPORTING FACTS, EVIDENCE, SCIENTIFIC PROOF, AND REPORT THE DECISION OF THE COURT RIGHT!, WHILE I WAS A LOUISEL INTERN, WITH "AMERICANS UNITED FOR LIFE," IN CHICAGO, BETWEEN MY SECOND AND THIRD YEAR OF LAW SCHOOL, SAD TO SEE, THAT, EVEN THE ALLEGED FORMER COLLEAGUES OF MINE, WOULD TARNISH THE UNITED STATES SUPREME COURT, IN ONE OF THE MOST PERFECTLY DECIDED DECISION--RELYING ON THE MEDICAL EVIDENCE, GIVEN THE TIMES AND THE CONDITION OF THE COUNTRY, LOCKED IN BATTLE AND BLOOD, ON ABORTIONS, PUTTING AN END TO KILLING ABORTION PERFORMING DOCTORS, AND BLOCKING ABORTION CLINICS FROM WOMEN, WHO ALONG WITH THEIR DOCTORS, AGREED TO HAVE A FULLY LEGAL ABORTION PERFORMED IN THE FIRST TRIMESTER, BEFORE THE BABY WAS VIABLE, THAT MEANS, BEING ABLE TO SURVIVE OUTSIDE THE MOTHER'S WOMB, ON ITS OWN! THE STATE'S INTERESTS, TO PROTECT THE HEALTH AND SAFETY OF BOTH THE MOTHER AND THE BABY, KICKS IN AFTER THE BABY IS VIABLE, AND NEEDING PROTECTION . . . THE STATE LEGISLATURES CAN PUT RESTRICTIONS ON A WOMAN AND HER DOCTOR, PERFORMING AN ABORTION AFTER THIS POINT, AS LONG AS THE RESTRICTION IS NOT "TOO BURDENSOME" ON THE PREGNANT WOMAN SEEKING TO TERMINATE THAT PREGNANCY--HER DECISION, SHE KNOWS HER SITUATION AND THE PRESSURE, TOUGH STANDARD TO OVERCOME! ABORTIONS IN THE THIRD TRIMESTER ARE PRETTY RARE, BECAUSE, OF THE STATE'S ABILITY AT THIS POINT, TO PROTECT THE "BEST INTEREST OF THE BABY OR CHILD" NEARING FULL TERM AND PERSONHOOD; OR (2) AS AN ALTERNATIVE, VOTING FOR SENATOR, TED CRUZ, WHO HAS AN AVOWED ABORTIONIST TORMENTOR, SUPPORTING ABORTION DOCTOR KILLINGS, EVEN BELONGING TO A GROUP WHO, LITERALLY PAYS THE LEGAL BILLS FOR CONVICTS, IN PRISON, PRAISED AS HEROES, WHO KILL DOCTORS AND BOMB CLINICS! THE DUDE IN TED'S INNER CIRCLE, WROTE THE BOOK, "THEIR BLOOD CRIES FROM DUST FOR THEM" OR SOMETHING LIKE THAT, AND HE IS AN ADVOCATES VIOLENCE--TO ME, THIS IS NO BETTER THAN TRUMP NOT DISAVOWING THE KKK, UNTIL POLITICALLY EXPEDIENT! . . . SO THE HYPOCRICY OF ALLEGEDLY BEING "PRO-LIFE" AND THEN KILLING, NOT A ZYGOTE, OR AN EGG AND A SPERM, OR A HUMAN THE SIZE OF A PEANUT . . . THEY ARE GOING TO MURDER, DOCTORS, JAIL DOCTORS, BLOW UP CLINICS, POSSIBLY KILLING, NOT ONLY THE PREGNANT WOMEN THEY CLAIM TO PROTECT, BUT KILLING MEDICAL STAFF OF THE PHYSICIANS, WHO ARE BRAVE ENOUGH TO PERFORM, SAFE ABORTIONS, CONSTITUTIONAL AND LEGAL ABORTIONS, STOPPING, BACK ALLEY ABORTIONS, WITH COAT HANGER, RESULTING IN MANY DEATHS! THERE IS SOMETHING IN THE LAW, TEDSTER, MR. CONSTITUTIONAL LAW ATTORNEY, KNOWN AS "STARI DECISIS" OR THE DECISION HAS ALREADY BEEN DECIDED! OR "RES JUDICATA" MEANING THAT THE JUDICIARY OR JUSTICES HAVE ALREADY RULED ON THIS ISSUE BEFORE, THEREFORE, IN THE INTEREST OF JUDICIAL ECONOMY, THERE IS NO REASON TO FIGHT THESE BATTLES AGAIN! ARE WE GOING TO GO BACK IN TIME, WHEN A MAN COULD BEAT HIS WIFE, AS LONG AS HE USED A STICK, NO BIGGER THAN HIS THUMB? ARCHAIC BASTARDS! NEXT IT WILL BE THE TWIN RELICS OF BARBARISM, SLAVERY AND POLYGAMY! WOMEN, THINK, THINK, THINK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! AND THESE ASININE COMMENTS AND POSITIONS, COME ON THE HEELS, OF THE DC MADAME RUNNING A VERY SUCCESSFUL, PROSTITUTION BUSINESS, IN THE NATIONS CAPITAL, WITH A JUDICIAL INJUNCTION, STOPPING THE ATTORNEY FOR THE MADAME, WHO IS BEGGING TO RELEASE THE LIST OF MEN WHO FREQUENTED THE WOMAN'S BUSINESS, BECAUSE, IT WILL MAKE A DIFFERENCE IN THE ELECTIONS . . . I THINK, HIS IMPLICATIONS, INDICATE, ONE OF THE CANDIDATES FOR PRESIDENT, WAS A PATRON! AS WAS ONE OF BUSH'S CZARS, INVESTIGATING PROSTITUTION! ELLIOT SPITZER? NO THAT WAS THE U.S. ATTORNEY, WHO WAS GOING AFTER PROSTITUTION RINGS, PERHAPS THIS DC MADAME! ONE OF THE GOVERNORS, JUST LOST AN ELECTION, IN HIS STATE, WHEN HIS OPPONENT BROUGHT UP THE FACT THAT HE VISITED THE DC MADAME'S GIRLS, OR WAS ONE OF THE CLIENTS . . . NICE, BOTH REPUBLICANS, WHO WOULD KILL ABORTIONISTS AND PUT CRIMINAL CHARGES ON WOMEN, WHO WERE RAPED, FORCING THEM TO GO FULL TERM, CARRYING THEIR RAPIST BABY! EVEN IF SHE IS 13 YEARS OLD, PREGNANT WITH HER FATHER'S BABY! THINK ABOUT THESE CANDIDATES POSITIONS! PERHAPS, WE NEED TO STOP HOLDING WOMEN, RESPONSIBLE FOR ABORTIONS, AS IF, MEN HAD NOTHING TO DO WITH THE PREGNANCY--IT SURELY TAKES TWO TO TANGO, AND MOST LIKELY IT IS THE GUY, WHO WANTS TO AVOID PAYING FOR AN UNWANTED KID, PUSHING THE GIRL TO GET AN ABORTION! IT IS INCONVENIENT FOR HIM, AND WHAT ABOUT HER? . . . LIKE IN INCEST, RAPE, SEXUAL ASSAULTS . . . CUT THEIR FUCKING PENIS OFF, SHOULD YOU DECIDE TRUMP, TO PROSECUTE WOMEN! THAT MIGHT STOP A TON OF "REAL" CRIMES! GOOD GOD, AND IT IS ALWAYS, ALWAYS, ALWAYS, REPUBLICAN BIBLE THUMPERS, HAVING THE AFFAIRS, GOING TO THE PROSTITUTES, THOSE GOOD CHURCH GOING BOYZ ON WHAT WAS IT "KAY" STREET, OH, SORRY, KAY LOOKS LIKE THE DC MADAME, BUT WASN'T IT, "K" STREET WHERE THE REPUBLICAN PLAYBOY FROM NEVADA, MR. SELF-RIGHTEOUS WAS CARRYING ON HIS AFFAIRS? WEINER MIGHT HAVE BEEN A DEMOCRAT. SERIOUSLY!!!!!! THAT LEADS ME TO THE FBI, INVESTIGATION OF HILLARY CLINTON'S FUCKING EMAILS, NOW WE HAVE, A NEW TURN IN THE SCARY CASE, OF ALLEGED, TOP SECRET MATERIAL, ON A PRIVATE SERVERS . . . JUST LIKE COLIN POWELL AND CONDIE RICE USED, DURING THE BUSH ADMINISTRATION . . . SHHH, SHHH, SHHH, DON'T REMIND THE REPUBLICANS, THAT, THEIR GUYS DID IT TOO, IT IS HILLARY ALONE, THE FIRST FEMALE CANDIDATE FOR PRESIDENT, A DEMOCRAT, AND SIN, IN AND OF ITSELF FOR THE MORMON BOYS, MAKING UP 70%+ OF THE FBI, WITH A FORMER PROPHET, PRESIDENT BENSON, STATING IN A MORMON CONFERENCE, THAT, NO MORMON COULD BE A DEMOCRAT AND A GOOD MORMON! SO ALL MORMONS ARE REPUBLICAN, AT THE SAME TIME! HE REDACTED, JUST LIKE HILLARY DID HER EMAILS, THAT STATEMENT, AS PROPHET, HE JUST SAID IT, AS "SECRETARY OF AGRICULTURE" FOR THE UNITED STATES! NOW WE HAVE, FUCKING 175 FBI AGENTS, GOING TO INTERVIEW, 15 STAFF MEMBERS . . . THAT DOESN'T SOUND SCARY, THAT SOUNDS LIKE COMPLETE INCOMPETENCE ON THE SIDE OF THE FBI! LOL! FUCK, I COULD DO THEM ALONE, IN ABOUT THREE DAYS . . . JOB SECURITY! IT'S POLITICS AS USUAL, THEY ALWAYS RELEASE THIS SHIT ON HILLARY, AT CRITICAL JUNCTURES IN THE VOTING AND ELECTION CYCLE, JUST BEFORE THE WISCONSIN PRIMARY! GET REAL! FBI DIRECTOR, JAMES COMEY SAID THERE WILL BE NO INDICTMENTS! JUST LIKE BENGHAZI, THE EMAILS ARE A, BUZZ WORD, TO INDICATE TO THE BIG FOOT, ELVIS, HONEY BOO BOO CROWD, THAT HILLARY PUT THE WHOLE FUCKING COUNTRY AT RISK, WE CANNOT HAVE, THE FORMER SECRETARY OF STATE, A HUGE ASS CREDIBLE JOB, SHE DID ADMIRABLY, KICKING THE SHIT OUT OF THE CREDENTIALS OF HER, FAR, TONS, LESS, QUALIFIED MALE COMPETITORS! ARE WE SEEING TRENDS, WOMEN? LOOK FOR A COMMON THREAD OF THE LAST BASTION OF MALES, GRASPING FOR THAT, POWER, THAT MADE AMERICA GREAT . . . TRUMP, THE MOST "INSECURE MAN" ON THE PLANET, THEIR SYMBOL . . . AMERICA WAS GREAT BEFORE HATE! THE TWO REPUBLICAN FRONT RUNNERS, ARE IMPLODING IN STUPIDITY! BUT FUCK, DON'T CONSIDER, GOVERNOR JOHN KASICH, WHO HAS THE MOST EXECUTIVE EXPERIENCE, PLUS MILITARY EXPERIENCE, LIKE 18 YEARS ON PRESIDENT REAGAN'S, ARMS COMMITTEE, SERVED HIMSELF, I THINK, AND HE WORKED FOR LEHMAN BROTHERS, 8 YEARS, YOU KNOW THE MOST SOLVENT, SECURE INVESTMENT FIRM, SINCE, LIKE THE 1812'S OR SO, WORTH, $700 BILLION IN ASSETS, JUST TWO WEEKS BEFORE, THE ECONOMIC MELT DOWN, WITH LEHMAN BROTHERS, BEING THE "ONLY" FINANCIAL INSTITUTION, THAT WAS NOT TOO BIG TO FAIL, THAT WAS QUICKLY SNATCHED UP BY BRUAN OR BARNUM INVESTMENTS IN THE WORLD BANKERS, CAPITAL, IN LONDON (MORMON CIA, MONARCH PROJECT) . . . WITH THE BAIL OUT, EXACTLY, NOT EVEN SMART ENOUGH TO CHANGE OR DISGUISE THE PRICE TAG, THESE WALL STREET FUCKERS, TO COME UP WITH A DIFFERENT PRICE TAG, OF $700 BILLION, BAIL OUT TO REPLACE, THE WORTH OF LEHMAN BROTHERS, THAT WAS JUST "ABORTED" FROM THE AMERICAN ECONOMY! ALL OVER THE INTERNET, "HILLARY: THE MOVIE" THAT LED TO THAT FUCKED UP, RULING OF THE UNITED STATES SUPREME COURT, "CITIZENS UNITED" GIVING CORPORATE AMERICA, NOT ONLY LEGAL PERSONHOOD, BUT ACCESS TO FREE SPEECH, AND FIRST AMENDMENT RIGHTS! THAT MOVIE WAS STOPPED FROM BEING SHOWN, BACK IN 2008, SOME ELECTION LAW THAT PREVENTED IT FROM SHOWING 60 DAYS BEFORE AN ELECTION, WHEN HILLARY WAS RUNNING AGAINST BARACK OBAMA, NOW PREZ., IT SHOWS THUNDER CLOUDS, LOOMING BEHIND HER HEAD, AND YOU GET THE NORMAL SUSPECTS OF FOX CONTRIBUTORS CLOWNS, ANNE COULTER, DICK MORRIS, FORMER AID OF THE CLINTONS, WITH A PERSONAL GRUDGE AGAINST FORMER FIRST LADY . . . YOU SEE WHEN REPUBLICAN FIRST LADY, NANCY REAGAN, GOT INVOLVED IN PARTY AND WHITE HOUSE POLITICS AND GOT SEVERAL GUYS FIRED, PROTECTING HER HUSBAND SHE WAS THE "FAITHFUL" SPOUSE, JUST PROTECTING HER AGING HUSBAND, WHEN HILLARY DID THE SAME THING AGAINST, DICK MORRIS, SHE WAS A BITCH! HILLARY, AS A WOMAN WHO HAS BEEN DEMONIZED, WITH CREDENTIALS, NOT QUITE OF YOUR STATUS, BUT PRETTY DAMNED CREDIBLE, I WOULD BE FLATTERED, BY WHAT I SAW OF THE HILLARY MOVIE! LOL! THE ALL POWERFUL, HILLARY, THERE ARE ALL THESE INSINUATIONS, BUT NO SPECIFICS! SHE IS SCARY, SHE HAS A PLAN, SHE HAS AN AGENDA . . . HAVE YOU EVER THOUGHT, SHE MIGHT JUST HAVE SOME GOOD ADVICE AND IDEAS? FUCK, NO THAT NEVER DAWNS ON THE FOX OPINION, CLOWN SHIP! HERE IS THE PROGRESSION OF MY NAME OVER THE YEARS, AS A FEMINIST AND ATTORNEY, PROFESSOR, BLOGGER, MEMBER OF THE ELITE BAR, TO HAVE THE EAR OF THE UNITED STATES SUPREME COURT, A BUSINESS OWNER, CRIMINAL DEFENSE ATTORNEY, #2 IN THE NATION, FOR CIVIL RIGHTS DEFENSE, WITH THE TWO LARGEST CIVIL RIGHTS CASES IN THE FUCKING NATION, BACK IN 2010, AND ALSO HAVING AMAZING KIDS, THAT ALL THE WASHINGTON ELITE, THE NUEVO RICHE, THE 007'S OF AMERICA, WANT TO CLAIM AS THEIR KIDS . . . BUT, I STARTED OUT, AS JOANN SOUTHWICK, EARNED, JOANN SOUTHWITCH, IN COLLEGE BECAME, JOANN SOUTHBITCH SECRIST, AS A VERY AGGRESSIVE FEMALE ATTORNEY, PLAYING, IN THE DIRTY DUSTY COURTHOUSES OF CORRUPTION AND THE LEGAL HALLS OF SHAME, IN SOUTHERN UTAH, OR IN UTAH, I AM KNOWN JUST SIMPLY AS "BITCH" AND FUCKING PROUD OF IT! LOL! AMERICA, MEN, WE CAN DO THIS, WE CAN GIVE WOMEN RIGHTS, WE CAN ELECT A FEMALE PRESIDENT, I PROMISE YOUR DICK IS NOT GOING TO SHRINK, NOR GROW, IF YOU VOTE FOR TRUMP . . . YOU WILL SURVIVE, BEING LED BY THE MOST QUALIFIED CANDIDATE AMERICA HAS EVER SEEN, BAR NONE! GET REAL!!!!!!!!!! SIGNING OFF, MOUNTAIN STANDARD TIME, NOT PACIFIC, THE DC MADAME, KAY, IS EITHER IN SANTA BARBARA OR CHICAGO, WITH BRETT, FRANK AND THE MOB, DOING BOOKIE SHIT, DEALING WITH THE HORSE MAFIA, AND ALL THOSE INVOLVED IN THE DISAPPEARANCE OF BRACH CANDY HEIRESS, WHO WAS GOING TO RAT OUT THE HORSE MOB, BILKING INSURANCE COMPANIES, BY KILLING HORSES THAT DIDN'T PERFORM, AND THEIR FRONT MAN, RICHARD BAILEY . . . THAT WOMANIZING STUD, WHO CHARMED, TONS OF WEALTHY WOMEN, OUT OF THEIR FORTUNES AND SOLD THEM LOUSY HORSES . . . SOME VERY KEY SYMBOLISM THERE, BRACH, BROCK HEIRESS IS ME, "RICHARD" OR MY FATHER, "BAILEY" LOOKING AT MY HUSBAND, BRETT, AS MY REPLACEMENT, KAY BABY, SHOULD HAVE BAILED ON KAY, BUT NO BODY DOESN'T LIKE SARAH LEE . . . OH, YEAH, HOW ABOUT THE REAL BROCK HEIRESS, ME THE ATTORNEY WHO DID THE CASE? I HATE THE FAKE REPUBLICAN, AMBULANCE CHASING SUBPAR ATTORNEY, PRETENDING TO BE ME! OR IS THAT THE BOOBY PRIZE, RACHEL? THREE LITTLE WOMEN, POLYGAMIST WOMEN, WIVES OF THE MODERN "RICHARD BAILEY" OR BRETT TODD STUART/STEWART, TODD EASTER? SHIT . . . JUST LIKE TRUMP AND THE BEVERLY HILLS BILLIONAIRES CLUB, THEY ARE USING SOMEONE ELSE'S MONEY, AND ALL THAT MATTERS IS "IMAGE!" THERE ARE NO REPUBLICAN SHORT CUTS TO SUCCESS!

P.S., now I am eating a salad at Good Food Store, Missoula, billionaire heiress, using EBT or food stamp card, go figure!  Just beat the NSA AGAIN!  LIVED TO TELL--SHELLEY'S LAST BREATH! CELEBRATION!!!!!!!